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John Hartford

A Simple Thing As Love

 

A Simple Thing As Love

(album: Catalogue - 1981)


When you come across unto me with your hair
The tangled grass of evening breezes
And you do not hide your face because
Somebody said on time it wasn't natural
What a joy for us just running down
This crooked trail of midnight
And the peaceful things inside me that it does
Then you whisper low "I have to go"
The acid tears start coming slow
To complicate a simple thing as love

Awake now I don't hear the floorboards creaking
As you walk back from the window
Or feel your satin fingers drawing patterns
On my back where I lay dying
Without you I'm a child who sucks the vacant thumb
Of emptiness left crying
When he has not had enough
At the mercy of an empty room
Sing verses to some faded wall
Confused about a simple thing as love

It's to bad we couldn't stay here 'til the clock
Runs out and falls from sheer exhaustion
Or 'til morning as I watch you
As you stoop to pick your things up from the floor
But to soon for us it's over
And the shock of the electric light bulb sunrise
From the ceiling up above
As it dangles to remind us
Of the spiderweb that binds us
And just complicates a simple thin as love

Awake now I don't hear the floorboards creaking
As you walk back from the window
Or feel your satin fingers drawing patterns
On my back where I lay dying
Without you I'm a child who sucks the vacant fum
Of emptiness left crying
When he has not had enough
At the mercy of an empty room
Sing verses to some faded wall
Confused about a simple thing as love

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