Tytuł: Southland of the heart

• Wykonawca: Bruce Cockburn
• Wyświetleń: 214

When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day
   Come snapping at your heels
   And there's so much coming at you
   That you don't know how to feel
   When they've taken all your money
   And then come back for your clothes
   When your hands are full of thorns
   But you can't quit groping for the rose
  
   In the southland of the heart
   Where night blooms perfume the breeze
   Lie down
   Take your rest with me
  
   When thoughts you've tried to leave behind
   Keep sniping from the dark
   When the fire burns inside you but
   You jump from every spark
   When your heart's beset by memories
   You wish you'd never made
   When the sun comes up an enemy
   And nothing gives you shade
  
   In the southland of the heart
   Where the saints go lazily
   Lie down
   Take your rest with me
  
   When the preacher lays his insight down
   And claims to lead the blind
   When those you trust just get you hooked
   And trifle with your mind
   When the nightmare's creeping closer
   And your wheels are in the mud
   When everything's ambiguous
   Except the taste of blood
  
   In the southland of the heart
   There's no question of degree
   Lie down
   Take your rest with me
  
   In the southland of the heart
   Everyone was always free
   Lie down
   Take your rest with me