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Lilah
- wykonawca: Don Henley
- album: I Can't Stand Still
Lilah
Like every young man, I had some things that I
wanted to say
Ere I could begin, you know the world got
in my way
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
We spend so much time weeping and wailing and
shaking our fists
Creating enemies that really don't exist
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby-
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
All these comings and goings that cut like a knife
These small, simple pleasures that make up a life
A man needs a home, and a child, and a wife
to always be there-always
After I'm gone, there are some things that I know
I will miss
The taste of your mouth; the smell of the perfume
on your wrist
Oh, Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
The river's still shallow
But the riverbank is dark and deep
Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
Oh Lilah, this ground be hallow
Is ours to tend, but not to keep
Toodle-loo de-loo Lilah
Toodle-loo de-loo de-lay
Now, while all the streets are silent
Take my hand and come away
Toodle-loo de-loo Lilah
Toodle-loo de-loo de-lay
- album: I Can't Stand Still
Lilah
Like every young man, I had some things that I
wanted to say
Ere I could begin, you know the world got
in my way
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
We spend so much time weeping and wailing and
shaking our fists
Creating enemies that really don't exist
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby-
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
All these comings and goings that cut like a knife
These small, simple pleasures that make up a life
A man needs a home, and a child, and a wife
to always be there-always
After I'm gone, there are some things that I know
I will miss
The taste of your mouth; the smell of the perfume
on your wrist
Oh, Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
The river's still shallow
But the riverbank is dark and deep
Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
Oh Lilah, this ground be hallow
Is ours to tend, but not to keep
Toodle-loo de-loo Lilah
Toodle-loo de-loo de-lay
Now, while all the streets are silent
Take my hand and come away
Toodle-loo de-loo Lilah
Toodle-loo de-loo de-lay