Texty:
Paxton Tom

The gentle sound of your breathing, the murmur of the night The sounds that really belong in music and someday I just might Meantime I just lie here smiling

Oh, I have a little daughter and my daughter's name is Kate And she's every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate With a bandage on her forehead and

I got a letter from L.B.J It said, "This is your lucky day" It's time to put your khaki trousers on Though it may seem very queer We've got no jobs to

What a friend you are If I had a golden star I'd pin it on you For seeing it through with me, with me What a friend indeed Oh they all but had me[Incomprehensible

Outward bound upon a ship that sails no ocean Outward bound, it has no crew but me and you All alone when just a minute ago the shore was filled with

before the sun could rise And Jennifer slept in her little bed With dreams of a rabbit in her little head Copyright Tom Paxton recorded by Tom Paxton

It's a lesson too late for the learnin', Made of sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand. Chorus: Are

LEAVING LONDON (Tom Paxton) With a dark and rolling sea Between my love and me I keep walking thru this cold hard town While i wait for better days I

OUTWARD BOUND (Tom Paxton) Outward bound, upon a ship that sails no ocean Outward bound, it has no crew but me and you All alone when just a minute ago