Тексты песен «Al Stewart»

(Al Stewart/Peter White) When I first saw your trespasser He wandered uninvited To your door He seemed to know his way around Although I'd never seen His face before Pausing for a moment Underneath your window...

Turn into earth Oh your restless hungry eyes Speak of cloudy summer skies The morning dew Turns into rain Lonely winds will blow my name Dying leaves are seasons gone Losing life as they drift on Too soon in...

I used to have a secret cellar Where I kept the sweetest of my wine Now it seems that I've been too long Hanging on the vine And now she's turning it into water Never be the same again She's turning it into water...

Find another lover tomorrow Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well, it's sad to...

I'm leaving my home in Europe behind Heading out for a new state of mind New York town is calling to me Dollar an hour from the company Warren Gameliel Harding Alone in the White House, watching the sun Come up...

First time I saw you, you were Mr. Natural You seemed so diffident, you hardly spoke at all Now you come to me and you've got green streaks in your hair You walk like Greta Garbo, but you talk like Yogi Bear So...

I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line By night you were surrounded; your territory...

Old man Bodey sits on his own by the side of the bar Drinking slowly, resting the boots that he's carried so far Once was a gambler, 5-card poker rambler, That the wise men knew as a slippery deal And the kids...

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...

Alright, you saw me in the International Times You've got my picture in your book You tell your friends not to call at weekends And now you wear that far off look Alright, you stole your mother's best spare sheets...

She said, "Don't you think we're going downhill? And I would hate it to be run-of-the mill Oh, love me or leave me but please don't deceive me For if you do, I'll know, believe me I want you to know, I don't want...

She's a mollusk, a seamstress, a princess A priestess, a negress, she knows her position She's a swallow, a willow, a cello, A pillow, a bow and also a physician She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws...