empty prayers Sleep inside my dreams tonight All I need to know tonight are you and my child Oh, is he a soldier or is he a dreamer? Is he mama's little
Oversettelse: Tim Buckley. Dream Letter.
Hey I've been out walking, ain't done too much talking these days Ah Lord I sit alone and weep all the time to hesitate Ah now darling don't you cry
your lady friend looking down Look at that river hey did you ever shiver Well the earth is broken there is no one to save I remember quite freely only yesterday Ah the letter
If you're ever in New York...(Is it a girl?) If you're ever in New York, there's not very Many carnivals going on And that may not be much, but uh...
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Lord a travelling through this world of woe And I find sickness toil and danger Lord everywhere everywhere I go I
As she walks near me my blood feels the chance All spinning and swirling it yearns for the dance To become part of me poor one to take part of her
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woes Lord and I find sickness sickness, oh toil and trouble oh Everywhere everywhere
Now I woke up this morning yes there was rubbling in my mind I was thinking about my baby I left her so far behind Oh now I wonder Lord I wonder deep
Ah, if you've been passing through Lord the swinging gate Chances are you look behind you and wonder where you are And wonder where you are Ah to
Set me free why don't you baby Get out my life why don't you baby Oh you don't really love me You just keep me hanging on Oh you don't really want
my empty prayers Sleep inside my dreams tonight All I need to know tonight are you and my child Oh, is he a soldier or is he a dreamer? Is he mama's
empty prayers Sleep inside my dreams tonight All I need to know tonight are you and my child Oh, is he a soldier or is he a dreamer? Is he mamas little
