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Sandy Denny

No End

 

No End

(альбом: Like An Old Fashioned Waltz - 1974)


They said that it was snowing in astounded tones upon the news
I wonder why they're always so surprised 'cause every year it snows
Frozen images of snow ploughs as they churn along the motorways
I haven't had no boots to wear or any loot to spare for days and days

I've traveled more than forty miles today, I must have grown some wings
It's strange how time just seems to fly away, I can't remember things
In a world of my own they say and who can blame them, they're just not the same
I've known about it all along though I thought I was all wrong, and it's such a shame

Why don't you have any brushes any more, I used to like your style
I see no paintings anywhere and there's no smell of turpentine
Did I really have no meaning? Well I never thought I'd hear those words from you
Who needs a meaning anyway, I'd settle any day for a very fine view

I couldn't even tell you all the changes since you saw me last
My dreams were like the autumn leaves, they faded and they fell so fast
In fact as you say the snows are here and how the time it slips away
But I'm glad you did pass by, I think I'll have another try, it's another day

The day and then the night have gone, it was not long before the dawn
And the traveling man who sat so stiffly in his chair began to yawn
Having kept me here so long my friend, I hope you have a sleeping place to lend
But the painter he just smiled and said: I'll see you in a while, this one has no end

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