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Ralph McTell

Caitlin's Dream (Summer Birds Are Leaving)

 

Caitlin's Dream (Summer Birds Are Leaving)

(album: The Boy With A Note - 1992)


What doleful thoughts an absence brings when one's so tired from longing
Thoughts banished in the daylight hours at night time come a thronging
The daily round of village life no patience has for grieving
The days grow short, the nights are long, the summer birds are leaving

Last night in dreams you were enrobed like Valentino's sheikh
Haremed girls lay languidly on carpets at your feet
And with each word a tiny pearl tripped from your lips and fell
On desert ground. It rained today, the children are all very well

By boat and plane and camel train I journeyed to your side
One of your guards asked me my name I swore I was your bride
But unconvinced I had to beg for them to let me through
The Williams's send their regards. Your friends at Browns ask after you

I took your hand imploringly as you lay in that tent
Seemingly ignoring me, despairing, patience spent
I roared and screamed and shook my fists beneath a desert moon
The bills pile up as usual, please send a little money soon

I cried let's leave this place my love, a horse outside is waiting
I'll carry you across the stream from fame and fortune fleeting
Then a skein of geese flew o'er the house, the thunder of their wings
Awoke me from my dawn dark dreams, what doleful thoughts an absence brings

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