Une ballade urbaine

Back On Stages - AND ALSO THE TREES - Rive Droite
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Rive droite

I felt her hand open in mine
It made me think of another time.

Sunday bells float through my house
On the steady wind that blowing of the south
Trails of smoke rise in the air
From the bonfires in the orchards
I see you standing on the stairs
And the house it roars like a shell.

And one thing that's strange to me it seems
Is though you're by the windows
When the gate it swings I fell your hand in mine.

Walk through the door my love to me
Where the dry roots reach for the shallow stream
And on the hill the chapel lies
The bones of our families side by side
In crooked lines.

Down there beneath my house
In the vale there's a man who's wading
The water's up around his waist
I see his face but I don't hear what he's saying

And now night falling down
Heavy as a cloth around your shoulders
I see your smile in faded light
So come to me
Come to me.


And Also The Trees, (Listen for) the rag and bone man. Auto-édité (tiens donc...), 2007 (Poème et voix de Simon Huw Jones).

Voir aussi Une ballade anglaise,
ainsi que le Site du groupe musical And Also The Trees.