Tekster: Tim Buckley. I Woke Up.
Now the sun
Sits on my hand
Oh, where
Are you?
Walking the wind
I fly above
The shore of the town
To the hills
Where I can hear
The harbor bells
Ring slavery
Where the fortune teller sighs to me
Oh, I see your woman in the raw
Ride
A mare of stone
And howl
I woke up
While morning built
The world
With light
Crossing their hearts
Twelve sailor boys
All stood in a ring
'Round our bed
Out of the grass
A dancer rose
Shivering
Oh, the sailor's pointing
Out to sea
And the dancer diving
Up the sky
Sing
'Til we forgot
The day
Sits on my hand
Oh, where
Are you?
Walking the wind
I fly above
The shore of the town
To the hills
Where I can hear
The harbor bells
Ring slavery
Where the fortune teller sighs to me
Oh, I see your woman in the raw
Ride
A mare of stone
And howl
I woke up
While morning built
The world
With light
Crossing their hearts
Twelve sailor boys
All stood in a ring
'Round our bed
Out of the grass
A dancer rose
Shivering
Oh, the sailor's pointing
Out to sea
And the dancer diving
Up the sky
Sing
'Til we forgot
The day
Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley
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