歌词
Now in this far away land
Strange that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
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Spring, and the air's turning mild
City lights and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
Friends, do they know what I mean?
Rain and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out of town
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Lord, I had to go
Trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
But now this better life
Has brought a different understanding
And through these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury
My home was a place by the sand
Cliffs and a military band
Blew an air of normality, oh...