I Believe In You ( Lyrics And Music By Bob Dylan ) They ask me how I feel And if my love is real And how I know I'll make it through. They look at me and frown, and like to drive me from this town, They don't want me around 'Cause I believe in you. They show me to the door, They say "don't come back no more" 'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to, And I, I walk out on my own A thousand miles from home But I don't feel alone 'Cause I believe in you. I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter, I believe in you even though we be apart. I believe in you even on the morning after. Oh, when the dawn is nearing Oh, when the night is disappearing Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart. Don't let me drift too far, Keep me where you are Where I will always be renewed. And that which you've given me today Is worth more than I could pay And no matter what they say I believe in you. I believe in you when a winter turn to the summer, I believe in you when white turns to black, I believe in you even though I be outnumbered. Oh, though the earth may shake me Oh, though my friends forsake me Oh, even that couldn't make me go back. Don't let me change my heart, Keep me set apart From all the plans they do pursue. And I, I don't mind the pain Don't mind the driving rain I know I will sustain 'Cause I believe in you. Sinead O'Connor Index The House Of The Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans, They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailores She sewed my new blue jeans An' my father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's down and drunk. So mothers tell, tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend their lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising sun. I've got one foot on the platform And another one on the train. I'm going home to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans, They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Sinead O'Connor Index Streets Of London Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market Kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride, hands held loosely by his side Yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me, you're lonely And say for you the sun won't shine? Let me take you by the hand, And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something, to make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home, in two carrier bags So how can you tell me, you're lonely And say for you the sun won't shine? Let me take you by the hand, And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something, to make you change your mind In the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there, on his own Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup Each day lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me, you're lonely And say for you the sun won't shine? Let me take you by the hand, And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something, to make you change your mind I'll show you something, to make you change your mind Sinead O'Connor Index

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