Gentle On My Mind

(álbum: Best Loved Ballads - 1986)

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking

It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the
Gurgling, crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers in my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind

Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind