Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things. Big Bill Broonzy
There is a town in north Ontario,With dream comfort memory to spare,And in my mindI still need a place to go,All my changes were there.Blue, blue windows behind the stars,Yellow moon on the rise,Big birds flying across the sky,Throwing shadows on our eyes.Leave usHelpless, helpless, helplessBaby can you hear me now?The chains are lockedand tied across the door,Baby, sing with me somehow.Blue, blue windows behind the stars,Yellow moon on the rise,Big birds flying across the sky,Throwing shadows on our eyes.Leave usHelpless, helpless, helpless.
There is a town in north Ontario,
ReplyDeleteWith dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless.