Met a man at the worst of times Was just like me trying to make a fair living Said, Do what I do, and you'll have what I have Come with me, I'll be forgiving
Followed him with hope of food and wine He said, You'll be free once the moon shines But it's been dark nights since middle July Something tells me we'll be here a while
I've seen a child playing in the wheat fields Looking at me with hollowed eyes Says, You'll be free when the nightingale sings And only then will you behold the sight
A hawk keeps watch at the top of the dials Says, You'll be free when the wind changes sides But windblown trees point ever-east Something tells me we'll be here a whileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
