Tytuł: Golden autumn day

• Wykonawca: Van Morrison
• Wyświetleń: 219

Well I heard the bells ringing, I was thinking about winning
   In this God forsaken place
   When my confidence was well, then I tripped and I felt
   Right flat on my face
   Now I'm standing erect, and I feel like coming back
   And the sun is shining gold
   Put a smile on my face, get back in the human race
   And get on with the show
  
   And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
   And I'm soaking it up in my mind
   And I'm pretending that it's paradise
   On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
   On a golden autumn day, an a golden autumn day
  
   In the wee midnight hour I was parking my car
   In this dimly lit town,
   I was attacked by two thugs, who took me for a mug
   And shoved me down on the ground
   And they pulled out a knife, and I fought my way up
   As they scarpered from the scene
   Well this is no New York street, and there's no Bobby on the beat
   And things ain't just what they seem
  
   And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
   And I'm soaking it up in my mind
   And I'm pretending that it's paradise
   On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
   On a golden autumn day, an a golden autumn day
  
   Who would think this could happen in a city like this
   Among Blake's green and pleasant hills,
   And we must remember as we go through September
   Among these dark satanic mills
   If there's such a thing as justice I could take them out and flog them
   In the nearest green field
   And it might be a lesson to the bleeders of the system
   In this whole society
  
   And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
   And I'm soaking it up in my mind
   And I'm pretending like it's paradise
   On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
   On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day, golden autumn day ...