pen There's four feet of ground in front of the barn That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm But now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
I viewed in my presence, my hand on my forehead And sighting the liners, of mad merchant seamen In search of the living or the spices of China Lucy walked
In Orient where wise I was To please the way I live Come give the beggar chance at hand His life is on his lip Three score a thousand times Where once
Turn me loose from your hands Let me fly to distant lands Over green fields, trees and mountains Flowers and forest fountains Home along the lanes of
towards the moon Everyday the swallows play in the clouds of love Make me wish that I had wings take me high above And I looked high and saw the empty sky
It's hard to feel what's in your head Where the gas lamps grow and the garbage blows Around the paper stands And a baby cried and I saw a light And I
The seadogs have all sailed their ships Into the docks of dawn While the sirens sit and comb their hair And twiddle with their thumbs Oh thor above the
She chose the soft center And took it to bed with her mother And the ideal confusion was just an illusion To gain further news of her brother And the
Look up, little brother Can you see the clover? No not over there A little bit left and over there Now look and see the lilac tree The lily pond, the
Vertimas: Jonas, Eltonas. Tuščias dangus.
: It's hard to feel what's in your head Where the gas lamps grow And the garbage blows Around the paper stands And a baby cried And I saw a light And
: In Orient where wise I was To please the way I live Come give the beggar chance at hand His life is on his lip Three score a thousand times Where
: I viewed in my presence My hand on my forehead And sighting the liners Of mad merchant seamen In search of the living Or the spices of China Lucy
pen There's four feet of ground in front of the barn That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm But now it lies empty so cold and so bare
