With your long robes on, we will surely roam By the ancient roads, I will take you home again To the forest Satisfy the soul, baby Birds sing all day long
the healing done Till we get the healing done Till we get the healing done Till we get the healing done You got to stay all night long
exile too long Too long in exile Too long not singing my song Too long in exile Too long like a rolling stone Too long in exile Too long in exile
She come 'round here 'bout midnight She come 'round here 'bout midnight Make me feel so good Every night about midnight Come around Make me feel alright
If I paint the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And your lips more scarlet Ask if it'll all be right And it's mirror after mirror No vanities displayed
the wrong advice I know you was, I know you was And I was too all alone I'm traveling, traveling through these wasted years For so long, so long, so long
Too long in exile Too long not singing my song Too long in exile Too long like a rolling stone Too long in exile Too long in exile Baby those people
Fordítás: Van Morrison. Túl hosszú a száműzetésben.
in my apartment To listen in on my calls I was looking for some motivation I couldn't find any, any motivation at all They were very desperate people Riding in long
: Too long in exile Too long not singing my song Too long in exile Too long like a rolling stone Too long in exile Too long in exile Baby those people
With your long robes on, we will surely roam By the ancient roads, I will take you home again To the forest Satisfy the soul baby Birds sing all day long
the healing done Till we get the healing done Till we get the healing done Till we get the healing done You got to stay all night long Till we get the
taking the wrong advice I know you was, I know you was And I was too All alone I'm travelling Travelling through these wasted years For so long, so long, so long
: (Van Morrison) Wanna tell about my baby Lord, you know she comes around About five feet four From her head to the ground Well, she comes around here
: If I paint the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And your lips more scarlet Ask if it'll all be right And it's mirror after mirror No vanities displayed
: (Sonny Boy Williamson) A good morning little schoolgirl, can I go home with you? Tell your mama and your daddy, that I'm a little schoolboy too Baby
: I know you've been hurt By someone else I can tell by the way You carry yourself But if you'll let me Here's what I'll do I'll take care of you I