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Down among the reeds and rushes
A baby boy was found
His eyes as clear as centuries
His silky hair was brown
Never been lonely
Never been lied to
Never had to scuffle in fear
Nothing denied to
Born at the instant
The church bells chime
And the whole world whispering
Born at the right time
Me and my buddies we are travelling people
We like to go down to restaurant row
Spend those euro-dollars
All the way from washington to tokyo
I see them in the airport lounge
Upon their mother's breast
They follow me with open eyes
Their uninvited guest
Never been lonely
Never been lied to
Never had to scuffle in fear
Nothing denied to
Born at the instant
The church bells chime
And the whole world whispering
Born at the right time
Too many people on the bus from the airport
Too many holes in the crust of the earth
The planet groans
Every time it registers another birth
But among the reeds and rushes
A baby girl was found
Her eyes as clear as centuries
Her silky hair was brown
Never been lonely
Never been lied to
Never had to scuffle in fear
Nothing denied to
Born at the instant
The church bells chime
And the whole world whispering
Born at the right time
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Other Songs Lyrics For 'Paul Simon'
All Around The World Or The Myth Of Fingerprints
Allergies
Armistice Day
Born At The Right Time
Can't Run But
Cars Are Cars
Congratulations
Crazy Love, Vol. Ii
Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes
Duncan
Everything Put Together Falls Apart
Further To Fly
God Bless The Absentee
Graceland
Gumboots
Hearts And Bones
Hobo's Blues
Homeless
How The Heart Approaches What It Yearns
I Know What I Know
Jonah
Late In The Evening
Long, Long Day
Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard
Mother And Child Reunion
Nobody
Oh, Marion
One-trick Pony
Papa Hobo
Paranoia Blues
Peace Like A River
Proof
Rene And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War
Run That Body Down
She Moves On
Song About The Moon
Spirit Voices
That Was Your Mother
That's Why God Made The Movies
The Boy In The Bubble
The Coast
The Cool, Cool River
The Late Great Johnny Ace
The Obvious Child
Think Too Much
Think Too Much (b)
Train In The Distance
Under African Skies
When Numbers Get Serious
You Can Call Me Al
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