paroles de chanson London Conversation - John Martyn
In
a
foreign
city
once
again
You
wave
at
weakly
in
the
night
The
early
sun
of
London
morning
Burned
the
darkness
with
unanswered
light
But
morning
found
you
crying
Waiting
for
a
woman
Where
she
left
you
in
an
empty
state
of
mind
Waiting
not
for
her
but
for
relief
from
passing
time
And
a
young
friend
talking
softly
As
the
mist
keep
tumbling
down
But
the
woman
waiting
for
him
near
Stayed
and
told
you
of
the
peace
that
could
be
found
And
a
fallen
heart
was
woken
In
your
tired
waiting
time
And
you
thought
you
might
begin
again
From
all
the
ashes
of
your
mind
And
though
he
used
no
poetry
His
words
are
weaving
songs
And
the
peace
they
were
recalling
Were
good
roads
that
you
might
have
walked
along
And
the
skies
you
saw
were
all
the
same
Although
his
words
were
not
your
own
But
the
words
and
images
you've
spoken
Are
the
ashes
from
a
peace
you'd
never
known
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