sexta-feira, novembro 11, 2016

«I´m very touched by the attention that you payed to my music over all these years. I’m growing older everyday, but you’ve kept my songs young, and I thank you for that.» (Live 1985)

(...) Now I look for her always
I'm lost in this calling
I'm tied to the threads of some prayer
Saying, When will she summon me
When will she come to me
What must I do to prepare
When she bends to my longing
Like a willow, like a fountain
She stands in the luminous air
And the night comes on
And it's very calm
I lie in her arms and she says, When I'm gone
I'll be yours, yours for a song (...)

(Night Comes On... 10/11/2016)


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