Remember those blossom days we'd haunt the open hills Hand in hand with silences we couldn't fill ? One-way conversations, we'd leave hanging in the breeze, To be scattered, like the blossom from the trees.
In rooms constructed out of light, we'd play our awkward games Butterflies too hesitant to bathe in flame; One-way conversations, we'd leave hanging in the breeze, To be scattered, like the blossom from the trees.
In yearning for that moment between your flesh and mine I'd sometimes wonder how the hunger lasted such a time Appetite must breed its own illusions ...
Adrift upon a shallow stream, we sang our twilight songs: What matter, if we selected different keys? The time arrived to silence every string: Two one-way conversations drifted silently downstream.
It was when she sent me back all my love-letters that I
realised that our conversations had been strictly one-way!
With the fabulous silky tenor-sax playing of Alexis Van
Eeckhout.
Beyond the horizon, behind the sun At the end of the rainbow, life has only begun In the long hours of twilight ’neath the stardust above Beyond the horizon, it is easy to love
I’m touched with desire What don’t I do? Through flame and through fire I’ll build my world around you
Beyond the horizon, in the Springtime or Fall Love waits forever for one and for all
Beyond the horizon across the divide ’Round about midnight, we’ll be on the same side Down in the valley the water runs cold Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul
My wretched heart’s pounding I felt an angel’s kiss My memories are drowning In mortal bliss
Beyond the horizon, at the end of the game Every step that you take, I’m walking the same
Beyond the horizon the night winds blow The theme of a melody from many moons ago The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime Beyond the horizon I found you just in time
It’s dark and it’s dreary I ponder in vain I’m weakened, I’m weary My repentance is plain
Beyond the horizon o’er the treacherous sea I still can’t believe that you’ve set aside your love for me
Beyond the horizon, ’neath crimson skies In the soft light of morning I’ll follow you with my eyes Through countries and kingdoms and temples of stone Beyond the horizon right down to the bone
It’s the right time of the season Someone there always cared There’s always a reason Why someone’s life has been spared
Beyond the horizon the sky is so blue I’ve got more than a lifetime to live lovin’ you
You can almost feel the horse swaying beneath me as I pick my way through this
delightful song. If the melody is familiar, it's because Dylan borrowed it
from Red Sails in the Sunset.
Now it is the evening, the day is dying fast; Curtains closing windows, lights behind the glass. All the promises of the morning have now been laid to rest; I think it's time to follow: for I'm tired, and you're warm.
The day broke with a fanfare, and ran on like a hymn; And now the final chords are drawing what's left in. The sun shone like a Sunday, the dusk is as pale as dawn; I think it's time to rest now: for I'm tired, and you're warm.
In the Spring when we were young, we would run to the river, There in the clearing where the trees touch the sky; Dappled by the sunlight, laughing by the river, Holding the future in our eyes.
The hazy days of Summer would lure us to the river Splashing in the shallows where the shadows kept it cool; Lazing in the long grass, we knew we'd live forever, And the slowly rolling river knew it too.
Dancing in the sunlight, running with the wind; Careless, we were heroes, we were young: If we have to run, why can't we run like the river ? Run like the river runs.
Now Autumn mist is hanging like a pall across the river, Every falling leaf another memory that fades; The slowly rolling water glides without a murmur, Sliding out of sunlight into shade;
Dancing in the sunlight, running with the wind; Careless, we were heroes, we were young: If we have to run, why can't we run like the river ? Run like the river runs.
The old man opens wide his window on the river, How could something move so slow and disappear so fast ? Reaching for his memories of springtime in the river, His eyes’re on the horizon, but he's looking at the past.
He is dancing in the sunlight, running with the wind; He is careless, he's a hero, he is young: Oh, if we have to run, why can't we run like the river ? Run like the river runs.
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