You know the night I met you My eyes had been looking for you All over everywhere Over low roads, down highways, and bald deserts
You know the night You know the night I met you
Your eyes had this same shine about 'em, I noticed And when I first looked through the wild, wayward mist I felt such a warm friendly, cool sunny smile That I wanted to look in your eyes for all time
And I felt like you feel When you feel like the angels are curling your hair And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel I just felt like you feel When you feel like the angels are curling your hair And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel
You know the night You know the night
Did you feel this way too when I met you? You know the night I first met you Did you look at me and think Here's this guy who hopes like I hope And sees the same kind of dreams I see 'Cause you wondered, I know If your hopes could find shape In the words that we used there to work back the fog Your hopes and your plans for the good of the people Could all of your hundred and one Dreams just as bright as the sun And all your wants and your hottest desires Find shape in the flow of my talk?
You know the night You know the night I first met you
And if my jellied brain turns to ashes and sand There will still be such night smiles across all the land There will still be such faces meeting here in the dark And there around the corner, or maybe in the park It's when we meet this way and we look at each other We get a hold of our scattered aims and we bring em' And beat them and wrestle and fight them and heat them And beat them and weld them together Like iron from the valley and fire from the sky Like iron from the valley and fire from the sky Like iron from the valley and fire from the sky This blast furnace heat burns in our people's eyes
You know the night You know the night
You know the night I met you My eyes had been looking for you All over everywhere Over low roads, down highways, and bald deserts
And I felt like you feel When you feel like the angels are curling your hair And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel I just felt like you feel When you feel like the angels are curling your hair And you feel like the devil is scratching your heelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
