Wandering through the land came a long forgotten man, As tall as he was weary, with a hammer in his hand, He'd spent years fighting treachery among his brothers from the same country, He said the world is built on castles in the sand.
A woman he'd had feelings for had left him several years before, He was tired of the pain that so often comes with age, With his burning lips and aching hands he cast aside his world's demands, And he took me by the hand and slowly said.
Jenny, Jenny, would you write me a song? Coz it's been years since I've felt at home, or where I could belong, And I haven't met a single man who would put down his guns, So, Jenny, would you write me a song? David, David here I wrote you a song,
His daughters he'd had one or two, they left before he really knew them. People seemed to fade before him, either that or just ignore him, Fame and fortune came his way, and the plagues that followed in it's wake, And sighing now, he asked me once again:
Jenny, Jenny, would you write me a song? Coz it's been years since I've felt at home, or where I could belong, And I haven't met a single man who would put down his guns, So, Jenny, would you write me a song? David, David here I wrote you a song,
His eyes were clear, his face was kind, there was no fear upon his mind, There's nothing you can take you see from a man already gone, No sorrow at what's gone before, or terror at what could befall, And smiling now, he asked me once more:
Jenny, Jenny, would you write me a song? Coz it's been years since I've felt at home, or where I could belong, And I haven't met a single man who would put down his guns, So, Jenny, would you write me a song? David, David here I wrote you a song,
Coz it's been years since I've felt at home, or where I could belong, And no I didn't meet a single man who would put down his guns, So David here I wrote you a song. David I have written you a song. David here I wrote you a song.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
