Will Varley - Until the Grass Gets Greener (Live at Shepherd's Bush Empire, London, February 2018) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Until the Grass Gets Greener (Live at Shepherd's Bush Empire, London, February 2018) - Will Varley



For twenty winters I was cold, and on my heart there settled snow.
The darkest places I would roam, looking for a medicine for my soul.
My friends and I would chase the stars,
And from those battles we're still scarred.
We'd feed ourselves from the tombs
And the dungeons 'neath the city loom.
And I'd often pray as I roamed the street that an angel might fall at
My feet, that every time the morning
Came, a blanket of ice lay on my brain.
As the city burned in the rebel scream,
From my attic window I could dream,
And I told myself to give it time,
'Til the grass gets greener on our side In early spring when the
Lambs are still blind, I walked across this land of mine,
And the wheel as wild as a foreign
Land, I took my first steps as a man.
In a sleepy town,
I stopped to rest where the winds hit heavy along the cliffs.
That's where I saw her standing there with big brown eyes and long
Brown hair; Where she looked at me with a face so
Kind, like I'd known her since the beginning of time.
And we fell into another tense,
Where the machines of war don't make no sense;
Where the money's as empty as the barrel of
A gun; where the winter never seemed to come.
Well I don't need money when I've got your
Eyes, 'til the grass gets greener on our side.
Well I'd build you a house by the sea with a blue and white door and
An apple tree, and from there we'll see the summer's by,
Taking or leaving the world outside;
As them politicians come and go,
And they'll build their empires and their roads.
We'll hide behind the rolling hills,
And they'll hide behind their dollar bills,
And they'll claim that they are law,
And all they've ever had's them cannon
Balls, which they fire through the setting sun.
The sun doesn't care what they have done.
We'll bury the ground beneath our feet,
For our blue and white door and our apple tree,
And I'll take care of your worried mind until the grass gets greener
On our side And if our grass stays golden brown,
From the shadows cast upon the ground,
Buy me a brush and a tin of green dye,
And I'll paint the grass 'neath the Autumn sky.
And if a stranger rests between our hearts,
If death should ever do us part, and our molecules turn into dust,
We'll travel through this universe, and in a thousand trillion years,
On a fire of planet through the stratosphere,
Where you and I will be together again,
Because love doesn't care about time and space.
But instead of humans,
We will be two little rocks on a windswept beach,
And we'll sit there for the rest of time
'Til the grass gets greener on our side.




Will Varley - Live at Shepherd's Bush Empire
Album Live at Shepherd's Bush Empire
date de sortie
10-10-2018




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