Song Lyrics
and though he used no poetry
and though he used no poetry
where she left you in an empty state of mind
Were good roads that you might have walked along, and the peace they were recalling
waiting not for her but for relief from passing time
but the words and images you ve spoken
And though he used no poetry, as the mist keep tumbling down, burned the darkness with unanswered light
The early sun of london morning, but morning found you crying, waiting for a woman
and the skies you saw were all the same
And a young friend talking softly, although his words were not your own, burned the darkness with unanswered light
Waiting not for her but for relief from passing time, and though he used no poetry John, his words are weaving songs
in a foreign city once again
in a foreign city once again
And a fallen heart was woken, as the mist keep tumbling down
from all the ashes of your mind
and though he used no poetry
Waiting for a woman, are the ashes from a peace you d never known
and though he used no poetry
Where she left you in an empty state of mind, and you thought you might begin again, from all the ashes of your mind
Although his words were not your own, as the mist keep tumbling down
Burned the darkness with unanswered light, and a fallen heart was woken
And though he used no poetry, his words are weaving songs Martyn, waiting for a woman
As the mist keep tumbling down, in a foreign city once again John, in a foreign city once again
And a fallen heart was woken, but the words and images you ve spoken
are the ashes from a peace you d never known
And a young friend talking softly, although his words were not your own
But the woman waiting for him near, and a young friend talking softly, in your tired waiting time
And though he used no poetry, and a young friend talking softly John, but the words and images you ve spoken
And though he used no poetry, in your tired waiting time, as the mist keep tumbling down
The early sun of london morning, but the woman waiting for him near
But the woman waiting for him near, as the mist keep tumbling down
and a young friend talking softly
And a fallen heart was woken, waiting not for her but for relief from passing time Martyn, waiting not for her but for relief from passing time
As the mist keep tumbling down, his words are weaving songs Conversation, and the peace they were recalling
From all the ashes of your mind, as the mist keep tumbling down
and a fallen heart was woken
Were good roads that you might have walked along, and a young friend talking softly