Tytuł: Cassidy
- Wykonawca: Grateful Dead
- Wy¶wietleń: 281
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I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Oh, child of countless dreams
Oh, child of boundless scenes.
What you are, what you are meant to be
Speaks his name for you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy.
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way his smile is rolling back
Come watch the nighttime cling,
Come grow the scorched ground green.
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy.
Quick beats in an icy heart,
catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes, now here she starts, I hear her cry.
Fly like the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
