All you need is time. All you need is time, time, time to make me bend. Give it a try, don't be rude. Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you.
I came down through Albany to New York. To find what I'd been missin'. I looked across the river to the city. Where the windows all stood glistenin'. I stood listenin'.
Island goodbye, island goodbye. We been too long together, my island and I. 'Cross the blue sea, 'cross the blue sea. We been too long together, my island and me.
Rows of lights in a circle of steel. Where you place your bets on a great big wheel. High windows flickerin' down through the snow. A time you know. .
I'm sailing down the summer wind. I got whiskers on my chin. And I like the mood I'm in. As I while away the time of day. In the lee of Christian Island.
His father was a man who could never understand. The shame on a red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down. But to trade in the white man's place.
Sit by my side come as close as the air. Sharin' a memory of grey. And wander in my words. And dream about the pictures that I play. Of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream. I wonder how the old folks are tonight. Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face. She left me not knowin' what to do.
In my canary yellow canoe, my yellow canoe. I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe. The Eastmain, Coppermine, Back River too. In my canary yellow canoe.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run. When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel.
I spent most of my life outside, in the driving rain. I was only trying to get by with some of life's amenities. Well, nothing's free, I got more than I bargained for.
All I can see is the sea and the sky. And the sky is blue and the sea is green. Yesterday's a cabaret. Gowns of satin on ladies gay. . Yesterday's a cabaret.
Paroles : Pierre Delano et Michel Fugain. Musique : Michel Fugain et Georges Blaness. 1970 by ditions Musicales le Minotaure. R. Comme un soleil, comme une claircie.
Chiar daca n-o mai vezi zambind. Chiar daca n-o mai simti venind. Chiar daca, chiar daca nu intelegi cum s-a-ntamplat. Chiar daca n-o mai poti suna. Chiar daca, chiar daca n-o mai poti chema.
I'm heading down to Mexico. In a stolen car from Chicago. and I don't think I'll ever make it back. . They claimed I shot a man up there. in a drunken bar, smoke in the air.
There was a car crash. Out on the highway. And I was the only survivor. I made it out alive. . So I fled the wreckage. and called in the accident. With hopes to save the people.
"Cornflower Blue". -Eric Bogle. . Cornflower blue, bloomin' in the mornin' sun. Tiny flowers that grew, from when our love had just begun. Long ago we planted, each dry and dusty row.
In this box. A secret so closly kept. Two thousand years in the depts. Not to be openend yet. . To the skies. They looked for the reasons why. This oak in to be oh why.