The Beatles

That ignorance and hate
May mourn the dead;
It is believing,
It is believing.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I am sixty-four.

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

Oh please, say to me
You’ll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You’ll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.

Life is very short and there’s no time
for fussing and fighting, my friend
We can work it out and get it straight or say good night
We can work it out
We can work it out

She says she loves you
And you know that can’t be bad
Yes she loves you
And you know you should be glad

With every mistake we must surely be learning.

You say you want a revolution,
Well, you know,
We all want to change the world.
You tell me that it’s evolution,
Well, you know,
We all want to change the world.
But when you talk about destruction,
Don’t you know that you can count me out?
Don’t you know it’s going to be alright?

The eagle picks my eye,
The worm he licks my bone.
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan’s Mr. Jones.
Lonely wanna die…
If I ain’t dead already,
Ooh, girl, you know the reason why.

Turn off your mind, relax
and float down stream;
It is not dying,
It is not dying.