Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it

Looking back few friends had we
but I've got him and he's got me.
And when the golden minute comes
when we no longer wake to smell
the river where the wild swans sailed
the orchard where the blossoms fell,
we'll smile a little thinkin' of that.
Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskers
me and the cat.

I try not to put messages in my songs. My only message is man's communication with his fellow man. I want to narrow the gap of strangeness and alienation.

I am not convinced the truth can make men free, but I believe it a beginning.

I felt that some of my work was OK. If I could do it over, I'd do better.