Текст:
Here is a poem
That my lady sent down
Some morning while
I was away
Wrote on the back of
A leaf that she found
Somewhere around monterey
And here is the key
To a house far away
Where I used to live
As a child
They tore down the building
When I moved away
And left the key unreconciled
And down in the canyon
The smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind
Till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man criescries
And down in the canyon
The smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind
Till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man criescries
And here is a sunrise
To set on your sill
The ghosts of the dawn
Moving near
They pass through your sorrow
And leave you quite still
Sitting among souvenirs
That my lady sent down
Some morning while
I was away
Wrote on the back of
A leaf that she found
Somewhere around monterey
And here is the key
To a house far away
Where I used to live
As a child
They tore down the building
When I moved away
And left the key unreconciled
And down in the canyon
The smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind
Till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man criescries
And down in the canyon
The smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind
Till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man criescries
And here is a sunrise
To set on your sill
The ghosts of the dawn
Moving near
They pass through your sorrow
And leave you quite still
Sitting among souvenirs
