I saw on some backstreet the ghost of our love go by She was drinking and laughing and then looking me straight in the eye She said, “from fallen leaves and broken twigs that sweet bird will make its nest And the most perfect wave must come crashing down to rise and form another crest. So don't you worry, don't you worry, don't you worry About that old love, that sweet and sad love that's come and gone It's out there somewhere dancing until dawn And singing at the top of its lungs in the birdsong.” The last of summer floats through spire and tower Glistening over gargoyle, ripple and flower Over the placards and signs picketing The golden boy of Bastille burns my eye like a wasp sting He says, “look at me, I'm not free: I've got wings but I'll never fly. I long to fall down in the tall grass and lie down: I long to live, to love and to die. Oh to worry, oh to worry, oh to worry About an old love, a sweet and sad love that's come and gone To know that it's out there dancing until dawn And to cry when I hear it in the birdsong.” I saw in some backstreet the ghost of our love go by She was drinking and laughing and then looking me straight in the eye, she said goodbyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
