Where the workers stand in querulous rows awaiting dislocation I will be there too When you're cashing in your food stamps When you're sleeping in a cattle train I'll be with you Pushing up against the ticket counter window face against the glass Bleeding from the waist and kissing to be chaste It is said that those who will not rest have been cursed To tramp like soldiers through the marshes Or that blessed are the ones who leave the stage Like babies falling fast asleep So I twice am cursed and twice am stuck Affixed to this corner of the earth. That old river keeps on rolling but the old man doesn't see it, He just stands there with his eyes closed Asking "where'd you go?" "where'd you go?" So wherever you may sleep tonight, Be it bed or bedrock, home, or open field: When you begin to yield, then, whatever you have taken as your pillow, May it serve as mine as well. Underneath the weeping willow I will wait for you forever, My eyes forever closed, asking "where'd you go?" "where'd you go?"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
