Texty písní Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn

Lily Of The Midnight Sky

Over the slow slide of continents

Over the salt pans pipelines masts and pavilions

Shimmering crescent moon recedes into working dawn --

Lone crow against pallid sky

Single plume of white smoke on yellow speckled plain

Yellowing leaves sparkle in cold breeze --

Wave patterns among wave patterns

Particles disperse and rejoin Dissolve and reform like the lining of a womb

Still The cold of your absence blows from

The silent TV, the parking lot The balcony with clothes waving good-bye hello

In the rising day You keep fading away Don't

I know that you're always around

I can reach you if I try Lily of the midnight sky

Solders of sunrise -- shooting into a forest of flowers

Slow motion Petals float into pink crimson white

Grow wings Flutter into mountainous distance

Flutter like a stadium full of applauding hands

I raise a fist to the marauding sun that has hidden you away

I'm the rag in a bottle of gasoline

Longing to ignite Ich will alles All of you --

Shining on the panther skin of night

Mirrored in a black lake in a night that glistens like blood on gold

Nobody else could be you If only I could see you

I should be able to touch you somehow I can reach you if

I try Lily of the midnight sky

While you look from on high Spare a smile as

I Put on my dog mask and howl for you

I can reach you if I try Lily of the midnight sky