Тексты песен «Stewart Al»

You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family. You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape. Your uncle's in the County Jail for statuatory...

On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August In a book shop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I didn't know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did...

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 yoour lovers on the...

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 morning...

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 that...

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 panes As all...

(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 ledge He...

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 life...

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 What's...

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...

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 watercolour in...