Carole King
American singer and songwriter; born Carol Klein.
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Now ain't it good to know
That you've got a friend
When People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you, kiss and desert you.
And take your soul if you let them.
Oh, but don't you let them.
Tonight You're mine completely,
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes,
But will you love me tomorrow?
You can't talk to a man, with a shotgun in his hand.
Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound.
I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of,
So tell me now and I won't ask again,
Will you still love me tomorrow?
When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothing, nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest nights.
If there's any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try.
You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
The people gonna treat you better,
You're gonna find, yes you will,
That you're beautiful as you feel.
I want to connect with people; I want to make people think "Yeah, that's how I feel." And if I can do that, that's an accomplishment.
Way over yonder is a place I have seen
In a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream.
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.
And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Somethin' inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it.
I'm a songwriter first, have always been, and probably always will be. Making the demo is a natural product of writing a song; after that, I'm happy to hear other people do it in other ways.
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.
The song is the center; the song is the key. If you don't have a good song you don't have anything by my value.
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand come down empty...
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