11-04-2018, 09:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-30-2018, 08:47 PM by Dekalb_Blues.)
. . . Accompanying Wandering Quixotic Questings Amongst The Earth-People
At This Late Date
Time has come to go
Pack your bags, hit the open road
Our hearts just won’t die
It’s the trip, keeps us alive
So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away
They’re following some dance of light
Tearing into the night
Watching you fall asleep
The sweetest dove in a dream
So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
Je n'cris pas
Je n'cris pas
Non je n'cris pas
Pour perdre mon temps
On n'cris pas
Je perd mon temps
At This Late Date
Time has come to go
Pack your bags, hit the open road
Our hearts just won’t die
It’s the trip, keeps us alive
So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away
They’re following some dance of light
Tearing into the night
Watching you fall asleep
The sweetest dove in a dream
So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
Je n'cris pas
Je n'cris pas
Non je n'cris pas
Pour perdre mon temps
On n'cris pas
Je perd mon temps