Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street I'm feeling tired but my legs they feel a different beat And in my mind, and in body and my soul I know the path's the same, it's just that I am getting old
Down to the river whose waters still flow the same I asked the river if I'll ever find my way again And from the depths I hear her churn, I hear her say "Your path is long and you will never know the way, hey"
And now with bare feet and with grass stains on my jeans I stop in front of a tree as old as could be I asked the tree if I will ever, ever know When it is my time to go But you will know I was here I was swimming in your bays But you will know I was here I was singing every day
Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street I'm feeling tired but my legs they feel a different beat And in my mind, and in body and my soul I know the path's the same, it's just that I am getting old
And to the sky that hangs above on broken strings Fill it with your planes, and your clouds and all your favourite things I ask the sky if I will ever get to see The machinations that go on behind the scenes
But you will know I was here I was swimming in your bays But you will know I was here I was singing every day I was singing every dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
