Shawn Phillips
Текст песни Withered Roses

Phillips

In the days of tomorrow
In the time of the passing years
I will look through my window
And my window will see my tears
And the green rocky hillsides
Are the shade of a lonely man
And the blue ever changing
Sea of gold lends a helping hand
In a minute there can be an hour
In a second there can be a day
And a thousand years may pass us by
And we will be that near, be that near
And the black gray night will fall around
This glasshouse that I'm in
And the day will break onto my bed
And I will see again, see again

In a minute there can be an hour
In a second there can be a day
And a thousand years may pass us by
And we will be that near, be that near
And the black gray night will fall around
This glasshouse that I'm in
And the day will break onto my bed
And I will see again
See again, see again
See again, see again
See again