by

David Crosby, Stephen Stills, and Graham Nash





It's getting to the point

where I'm no fun anymore

I am sorry

Sometimes it hurts

so badly I must cry out loud

I am lonely



I am yours

You are mine

You are what you are

You make it hard



Remember what we've said and done

and felt about each other

Oh babe have mercy

Don't let the past

remind us of what we are not now

I am not dreaming



I am yours

You are mine

Your are what you are

YOu make it hard



Tearing yourself away from the law

You are free

And I am crying

This does not mean I don't love you

I do, that's forever

Yes, and for always



I am yours

YOu are mine

You are what you are

You make it hard



Something inside

is telling me that I've got your secret

Are you still listening?

Fear is the lock

And laughter the key to your heart

And I love you



I am yours

You are mine

You are what you are

You make it hard (X4)



Friday evening

Sunday in the afternoon

What have you got to lose

Tuesday morning

Please be gone I'm tired of you

What have you got to lose



Can I tell it like it is

Listen to me baby

It's my heart that's a suffering; it's a dying

Yeah that's what I have to lose

I've got an answer

Will you come see me

Thursdays and Saturdays

What have you got to lose



Just not brown canary

Ruby throated sparrow

Sing the song

Don't be long

Thrill me to the marrow



Voices of the angels

Ring around the moonlight

Asking me

She's so free

How can you catch the sparrow?

'

Lacy, lilting, leary

Losing love, lamenting

Change my life

Make it right

Be my lady

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

etc., etc., etc.





It started out as a long narrative poem about my relationship with Judy

Collins. It poured out of me over many months and filled several notebooks. I had a hell of a time getting the music to fit. I was left with all these

pieces of song and I said, 'Let's sing them together and call it a suite,'

because they were all about the same thing and they led up to the same point

And the little kicker at the end about Cuba was just to liven it up because it had gone on forever and I didn't want it to just fall apart. I said, 'Now

that we've sung all these lyrics about one thing, let's change the subject

entirely.' And we did. Even did it in a different language just to make

sure that nobody could understand it.

--Stephen Stills