I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles-
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes-
it is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize-
These things are clear to all from
time to time.
I've felt the coldness of my winter-
I never thought it would ever go.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so. But I know that I love you so.
These are the seasons of emotion-
And like the winds they rise and fall.
This is the wonder of devotion-
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient-
Upon us all a little rain
must fall.
Just a little rain?
Just as the seasons change so do our thoughts on life and love~~~
I have spent my life
seeking all that's still unsung.
In the book of love's own dream
where all the print is blood -
In the secret space of dreams
where I - dreaming - lay amazed.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white -
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky -
Are also on the faces of people going by -
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do -
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow -
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
CHORUS:
I can see lights in the distance -
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows -
Held up tall as the flames leap high
Full of tastes no tounge can know -
and lights no eye can see.
When there was no ear to hear - you sang to me.
Bent my ear to hear the tune -
and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
where all the pages are my day
and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me.
You flew to me.
When the secrets all are told -
and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine - you dreamed of me.
It reminds me of my days at the Grateful Dead concerts - sweet and innocent~~~
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world -
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Fish are jumping out -
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord, so high.
Your daddy's rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby -
She's looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby -
No, no, no, no, don't you cry.
Don't you cry!
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise, rise up singing,
You're gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Don't you cry,
Cry.
Each day passes by -
How hard will man try?
The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry-
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love -
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are.
Isn't life strange -
A word we arrange -
With no thought or care -
Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe -
With love we must weave -
To make us as one
Isn't life strange -
A turn of a page -
A book without light -
Unless with love we write;
To throw it away -
To lose just a day -
The quicksand of time
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness -
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory -
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires -
And dancing till the next sunrise.
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing -
A waltz on All Souls Night.
The green knight holds the holly bush -
To mark where the old year passes by.
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides -
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness -
Moving to the pagan sound.
Standing on the bridge that crosses -
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices -
They pass by the bridge and me.
I was "brought back in time", her sound made me dream-like.
My lover found out who who sang the song I loved and bought me the tape~~~
