Oh I often think of you The hour before it rains Across the broken days That brought me home again You walked into my life Awoke my spirit soul You saved me from my deep Farewell my wanderer's home Oh! The life upon your lips Your heart could not foresee The tangle I became That brings me home again Embrace another fall My year is worn and cold To you I bare my soul My summer's almost gone Oh so blue must turn to grey And out upon the shire All through the frost and rain I make my home Mi glydwais fod yr 'hedydd Wedi marw ar y mynydd; Pe gwyddwn i mai gwir y geiriau Awn a gyrr o wyr ac arfau I gyrchu corff yr 'hedydd adre (I heard that the Lark Has died on the mountain; If I knew these words were true I would go with a group of men and arms To fetch teh Lark's body home)
Thank you. The photos beautifully match the drums and music as if a tribe or camel train was crossing the desert to a caravanserai. Oh to be there! Robert's great voice has such a longing edge to it.
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Oh I often think of you
The hour before it rains
Across the broken days
That brought me home again
You walked into my life
Awoke my spirit soul
You saved me from my deep
Farewell my wanderer's home
Oh! The life upon your lips
Your heart could not foresee
The tangle I became
That brings me home again
Embrace another fall
My year is worn and cold
To you I bare my soul
My summer's almost gone
Oh so blue must turn to grey
And out upon the shire
All through the frost and rain
I make my home
Mi glydwais fod yr 'hedydd
Wedi marw ar y mynydd;
Pe gwyddwn i mai gwir y geiriau
Awn a gyrr o wyr ac arfau
I gyrchu corff yr 'hedydd adre
(I heard that the Lark
Has died on the mountain;
If I knew these words were true
I would go with a group of men and arms
To fetch teh Lark's body home)
Morocco, the magic land that inspired so many including R.Stones, J. Hendrix and B. Dylan.
Thank you. The photos beautifully match the drums and music as if a tribe or camel train was crossing the desert to a caravanserai. Oh to be there! Robert's great voice has such a longing edge to it.