Тексты песен «Al Stewart»

(Dave Mudge/Al Stewart) Hello old friend, what a strange coincidence to find you It's been fifteen years since we last met, but I still recognised you So call the barman over here, and let us fill our glasses and...

Oh the sweet addiction Of forbidden fruit Oh the strange affliction That has taken root Oh the hidden cancer Cancer of the soul Oh the necromancer Inside us all I have never seen this many People gathered in...

I have heard the news from Spain Now you say you've mamy things yet to be learning And you don't know if or when you'll be returning It depends on how Everything works out If it can somehow In Carvajal And I...

He heard the clatter of her heels in the street The clock said half-past three He lay there waiting in the dark To hear the scraping of the front-door key He wouldn't say to her "Don't wanna know where you were?"...

It was a night meeting: somewhere in a troubled land. They came with no greeting; left without a shaken hand. Nearby the town sleeping was unaware of what was done. No need for watchkeeping, they'll be gone...

CHORUS Night rolls in Gone is the wind Fireflies dancing in your eyes Now you're holy again Oh night rolls in Oh night rolls in It's like a dream of a long time ago A footprint lost in the snow That covers...

Meet me at the station underneath the clock Carry an umbrella, no need to talk The man in the homburg, hding in the fog Will be watching Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate At seven forty-five precisely,...

In the east the wind is blowing The boats across the sea And their sails will fill the morning And their cries ring out to me Oh, oh, oh, the more it changes The more it stays the same And the hand just...

It's the kind of gray November day that washes Away reflections in the eyes of hotel porters And the latticed wooden benches by the sea Contain no travelers or Irish lady authors And the girl in the raincoat walks...

I can well recall the first time I ever put to sea, It was on the old "Calcutta" in eightteen fifty-three. I was just a lad of fourteen years, a midshipman to be To make my way in sailing ships of the Royal Navy. By...

Oh, your pictures, they don't really do you justice little girl For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark As you slip your...

The fishing boats go out across the evening water, Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border. The wind whips up the waves so loud, The ghost moon sails among the clouds, And turns the rifles into silver, On...

It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before And juggled away the night for the same old crowd These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor As here once again they strut and they fret...

One, two, three That's how elementary it's gonna be just fine and dandy It's easy Like taking candy from a baby Primitive country, rich in minerals You pay them with beads Tip the generals It's easy, like taking...

when all in the help in the world won't get you by. When all of the friends that you lean on let you down you wonder why? I see you there with your painting box and your oils and brushes and your artist smocks. What...

(Al Stewart/David Pack/Andrew Powell) When I took my boat out To the White Sea I had no care in the world Not a cloud disturbed the sky I was dreaming only of How it might be Then dark fell into the day And the...

I was a post-war baby in a small Scots town I was three years old when we moved down south Hard times written in my mother's looks With her widow's pension and her ration books Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause...

Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture postcard scene To childhood spread with fond maternal care From the day that he was born, proud relations came to fawn And compliment his pretty golden hair In...

I'm hiding in a rain barrel Inside these consul walls, This shaft of light is so narrow I can't see much at all, Outside I hear the feet running Voices all around, Foot soldiers with their guns coming I can't...

(Al Stewart) Did you ever have the feeling You're the only person living in the world And people that you see Are one-dimensional and never there at all Even just the commonplace Warm familiar greetings are a lie...