Run Honey Run

(альбом: London Conversation - 1967)

Well, I wish I could think of some cliché to mouth
To make our parting seem less sad
But if I told you lies, or promised you the moon
The truth would come trickling from my eyes
So run honey run, and hide in the wind
And never stop to look inside your mind

Well, I wish I could wash all my weeping blues away
And watch them disappear on morning tide
But I seek after sword, after sounds of the sea
A charm forever around my mind
So run honey run, and hide in the wind
And never stop to look inside your mind

And I wish I could fly like a bat from a cave
Through darkness of my ignorance to light
I'd forever live on the echoes of our love
And die like some star burning bright
And run honey run, and hide in the wind
And never stop to look inside your mind