photo: Family Album [ Carmen's HomePage ]

  Sailling down behind the sun
   Waiting for my prince to come.
   Praying for the healing rain to restore my soul again.
     Just a toerang on the run.
     How did I get here?
       What I have I done?
       When will all my hopes arriv ?
         How will I know him?
         When I look in my father's eyes.
           Then the light begins to shine
           And I hear those ancient lullabys.
             And as I watched this seeding grow,
             Feel my heart start to overflow
               When will I learn the words to say?
               How do I teach him?
                 What do we play?
                 If I did, I'd realize
                   That's when I need him,
                   That's when I need my father's eyes.
                     Where you really so far away?
                     Where you really so far away?
                       Where you really so far away?
                       Where you really so far away?
                         Then the jagged edge appears
                         Through the distant clouds of tears.
                           I'm like a bridge that has washed away
                           My foundations were made of clay.
                             As my soul slides down to die.
                             How could I lose him?
                               What did I try?
                               If I did, I'd recognize
                                 He was here with me;
                                 I'd looked into my father's eyes.
                                   As my soul slides down to die.
                                   How could I lose him?
                                     What did I try?
                                       If I did, I'd recognize
                                       He was here with me;
                                         I'd looked into my father's eyes.

Eric Clapton

(1945)

 


 

 

 

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