Can you see who it might be?. Tell old man to ring the bell. Climb the steps up from the sea. Strange and dark and very tall. . Can you see who it might be?.
Will you wipe the flour from your hands and look this way?. Perfect, now hold your apron by your side. Perfect, no, no, your hair's just fine. Perfect.
All I said was why are you so fat. If you don't want to be and all that. No big deal, I just want to know. . Mind your own business, no, I don't mean you.
Waitress. Waitress. Waitress. . I have to clear your table. So I wipe it, it's right to keep it clean. So I clean, yes, I clean. Do you clean? Yes, I clean it.
I live in the hills. You live in the valleys. And all that you know are those blackbirds. Yoou rise every morning. Wondering what in the world will the world bring today.
It's clear to me now. I understand. A jump of cards in. An idle man's hand. . Oh, oh, you're sleeping. This is the story of your. Leaving. . I can win you with reason.
One time I saw Canada fall. Through a hole in the sky. I do not know if I was really sad. To see her go. . For in her place there was a. Herd of early morning cows.
The squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan. And the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land. And the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks.
We're going to the sea shore. Gonna burst upon the brine. From a car that's full of babies. And dogs and food and wine. Sand in our suits and salt in our hair.
Ogwen Bessie's gone. Bessie's gone away. . I looked in the high meadow for her. I think she's gone. I looked down by the river. And I looked behind the barn.
I reached the desert as the sun was rising. On the day that you were passing through. The caravan you traveled in was crowded. I didn't like the people around you.
Sun shine on the moon, shine on the lake. Moon shine on the snow, shine on my face. Winter birds go in and out the stars. Okanagan arrowheads under lace.
So I go down to the lobby. And everybody stares. They say take off that foolish hat. What man? I say. . So I go down to the lobby. And everybody stares.
You watch the slow train moving through the city late at night. Adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights. I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie.
Or say you're in a room. And there's a beautiful fire. And you're looking out the window. (At the snow and the winter streets below). But your eyes keep returning to the fire.
Flashes of warmth. Golden summers. Sparkling winters. . Walking with daddy on Sundays. Hand in hand, heart in heart. Hand in hand, heart in heart. . Lift me up on the pony again.
Something about trains. Something about love. Something about this old Earth. And the way it looks from up above. . Something about satellites. Something about down below.
On the sixth day. When the word came. We began our journey. We would not break the promise. . Lonely, hasten to the shoreline. Just in time to see them sail away.
I look into the well. In the light of the morning sun. Perhaps within the jug I draw. I'll find the bliss of yesterday. . Oh fill my jug up for me. Oh fill it up for me.
I couldn't believe it when you said you didn't care. If people used you or people stole from you. You said nothing lasts forever, nothing to do with you.