Strange... That the palms of my lands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring... And the air's turning mild
City lights... And the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
Friends... Do they know what I mean
Rain... And the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkyard's name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury...
My home... Was a place near the sand
Cliffs... And a military band
Blew an air of normality.
Now... In this faraway land Strange... That the palms of my lands Should be damp with expectancy Spring... And the air's turning mild City lights... And the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry Friends... Do they know what I mean Rain... And the gathering green Of an afternoon out-of-town But Lord I had to go My trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkyard's name for me Though now this other life Has brought a different understanding And from these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone's no injury... My home... Was a place near the sand Cliffs... And a military band Blew an air of normality. Explain Request ×
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