paroles de chanson Wayfaring Stranger/You Got me Runnin' - Tim Buckley

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Lord, traveling through this world of woes
And I find sickness toil and danger
Everywhere, everywhere I go

I'm going there to see my brother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm going there, it's just over Jordan
I'm going there to my new home

One of these mornings and it won't be long
Men will rest and stand side by side
And hand in hand they're bound for glory
Their foes will fall on freedom's sand

I'm going there to see my brother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm going there, it's just over Jordan
I'm going there no more to roam

You got me runnin'

If you have been passing through the Swinging Gates
Chances are you have looked behind you
And wondered where you are
And wondered where you are

To know another man's heart
And know him through his pain
To know him through his happiness
Then you can truly smile
Then you can truly smile

It's not just what you say
It's mostly how you are feeling
It's not how much you spend
But mostly where you lend it

I look around me every morning
So many lost, so many still on top of that fence
I just have to wonder truly wonder
You care much about life to fall off and start again

It keeps me running
It keeps me hiding
It keeps me peeping
And Lord don't you know
Sometimes you find it

It keeps me slipping and asliding
It keeps me running and hiding
Peeping and ahiding

I don't have that much love to give
But I found a way to try
If that gate is swinging low
I got the key in my heart to try

If you have been passing through the Swinging Gates
Chances are you have looked behind you
Wondered where the hell you have been going
And wondered where you are
Why you carry on

Your mind wants to die
But your heart keeps yelling back
But it keeps going
The voices from the sea keep calling out
'Don't let us down'

The winds gonna howl it
Babies gonna cry it

Keep running and hiding
Peeping and ahiding
Slipping and asliding
Running and hiding

Keep on trying

Now the room keeps buzzing
Like a beehive in the forest
When the bears are gone

Lord it hates to be caught
Hates to be brought down
I ain't gonna suck the life from you

I got my huge black comb
Just here on borrowed time
And I thought I'd stop by and say
Hello old friend

It don't feel the same way I do
Thank God for that
You see I'm just a rusty hinge

Keep on running people
Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart

Don't take the sparkle out of those little children's eyes
Let them run and play
Let them run and play
Soon enough they'll be just like you

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woes
Lord and I find sickness sickness, toil and trouble
Everywhere everywhere everywhere I see

Lord I'm going there to find to find my brother
They told me that he'll be waiting there
I'm going there Lord it's just over Jordan
Oh I'm going there to my new home

My new home

Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley Music ASCAP

Released 1990 Enigma Retro/Bizarre Records
"Dream Letter: Live in London 1968"