Тексты песен «Al Stewart»

On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow...

Cut glass porcupine, sailing on the serpentine Fingers on the skyline, pulling down the black blinds Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rivulet of dark wine, moving in a straight line Smudging out the stop...

Al Stewart - The Ballad of Mary Foster [Act One] David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home fortea Steak and kidney, then with Sydney to his club and...

The bear farmers of Birnam Go out every night Creep up on their harvest slowly They got claw marks through and through They lose an arm or two No, it's not a job for everybody The bear farmers of Birnam Go out...

Mr. Carmichael says that he loves his wife, I believe he does Gives her everything that a man can give But Mr. Carmichael beggars himself on the altar of his love And you can tell him that, that's not the way to live...

The coldest winter in memory was 1709 The sea froze off the coast of France all along the Neptune line By the lost town of Dunwich the shore was washed away They say you hear the church bells still as they toll...

Oh, you slipped away from the harbor side In the mornin' bright and clear And your sails were filled with the risin' wind And you laughed for all to hear But you never glanced at the ragged dance Of your lovers on...

Oh you slipped away from the harbour side In the morning bright and clear And your sails were filled with the rising wind And you laughed for all to hear But you never glanced at the ragged dance Of your lovers on...

You put your tongue in the ear of the night Expecting rejection but finding instead A certain connection that left you surprised And then gave you electrical thoughts in your head Emboldened by this you were tempted...

By Al Stewart I sat upon the evening hill the shadows set the night grew still And as I sat guitar on knee a voice of flowers called to me sing, sing to me your song sing, for I belong to the night In the grey...

This place is so far away From what passes for civilized life No shops and no cars and no city lights Just a river of stars Over the southernmost ocean so cold A small group of rocks, seagulls and ice Some...

The earthquake hit at6 19 with a jolt People went running for the doorways And for the next half minute it shook Up on the 17th floor the sommelier wasopening the wine He knew the great hotel was solidly built...

I came upon two strangers on a black and white TV in a hotel room called nowhere, in the dead of half-past three. Their eyes met across the captain's table, both trying to resist, but just weren't able. The one...

The wands of smoke are rising From the walls of the Bastille And through the streets of Paris Runs a sense of the unreal The kings have all departed There servants are nowhere We burned out all their mansions In...

In a camel's eye far in a distant land The sun comes up on sands of endless deserts See tomorrow run by hand in hand with yesterday Where once the time hung still forever In the wink of an eye the veils are drawn...

On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolor...

Three mules came over a hill They were dragging a cart Creaking, it seemed to be falling apart Laden with millions of dreams It weighed more than they thought They never noticed the wheels getting caught They...

It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light...

While traveling northwards on a back country lane I came on the village where first I grew And stopped to climb up the hill once again Looking down from the tracks to the gray slate roofs I watched the village...

In the sapling years Of the post war world in An English market town I do believe we traveleed In schoolboy blue The cap upon the crown And books on knee Our faces pressed against the Dusty railway carriage...