Текст песни Timeless Skies - Al Stewart
                                                While 
                                                traveling 
                                                northwards 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                back 
                                                country 
                                                lane
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                came 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                village 
                                                where 
                                                first 
                                                    I 
                                                grew
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                stopped 
                                                to 
                                                climb 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                hill 
                                                once 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                down 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                tracks 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                gray 
                                                slate 
                                                roofs
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                watched 
                                                the 
                                                village 
                                                moving 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                went 
                                                slowly 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                we 
                                                lay 
                                                here, 
                                                my 
                                                very 
                                                first 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                timeless 
                                                arcadian 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                timeless 
                                                arcadian 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                old 
                                                canal 
                                                lies 
                                                sleeping 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                barges 
                                                are 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                lost 
                                                decade
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                overgrown 
                                                banks 
                                                here, 
                                                lovers' 
                                                footsteps 
                                                went 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long 
                                                before 
                                                ever 
                                                the 
                                                roads 
                                                were 
                                                made
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                turn 
                                                we 
                                                passed 
                                                here 
                                                and 
                                                carved 
                                                our 
                                                names 
                                                on 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                washed 
                                                by 
                                                like 
                                                waves 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                endless 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                timeless 
                                                arcadian 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                timeless 
                                                arcadian 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time 
                                                runs 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                fingers
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                never 
                                                hold 
                                                it 
                                                at 
                                                all 
                                                till 
                                                it's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                fragments 
                                                just 
                                                linger 
                                                with 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                snow 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                spring 
                                                hanging 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                left 
                                                the 
                                                village 
                                                behind 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                fade 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                sail 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                darkening 
                                                seas
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shifts 
                                                and 
                                                changes 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                patterns 
                                                of 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                weather 
                                                it 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                centuries
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                another 
                                                village, 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                far 
                                                off 
                                                foreign 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                new 
                                                day 
                                                breaks 
                                                out 
                                                opening 
                                                up 
                                                its 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                has 
                                                the 
                                                moon 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                he 
                                                wanders 
                                                the 
                                                timeless 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                 
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7 Samuel Oh How You've Changed! - 2007 Remaster
8 Cleave to Me - 2007 Remaster
9 A Long Way Down From Stephanie - 2007 Remaster
10 Ivich - 2007 Remaster
11 Beleeka Doodle Day - 2007 Remaster
12 In Brooklyn - 2007 Remaster
13 Old Compton Street Blues - 2007 Remaster
14 Ballad of Mary Foster - 2007 Remaster
15 Life and Life Only - 2007 Remaster
16 You Should Have Listened to Al - 2007 Remaster
17 Love Chronicles - 2007 Remaster
18 My Enemies Have Sweet Voices - 2007 Remaster
19 Small Fruit Song - 2007 Remaster
20 Gethsemane, Again - 2007 Remaster
21 Burbling - 2007 Remaster
22 Electric Los Angeles Sunset - 2007 Remaster
23 Manuscript - 2007 Remaster
24 Black Hill - 2007 Remaster
25 Anna - 2007 Remaster
26 Room of Roots - 2007 Remaster
27 Zero She Flies - 2007 Remaster
28 Lord Grenville - 2001 Remaster
29 On the Border - 2001 Remaster
30 Midas Shadow - 2001 Remaster
31 Sand in Your Shoes - 2001 Remaster
32 If It Doesn't Come Naturally Leave It - 2001 Remaster
33 Flying Sorcery - 2001 Remaster
34 Broadway Hotel - 2001 Remaster
35 One Stage Before - 2001 Remaster
36 Year of the Cat - 2001 Remaster
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38 Valentina Way
39 Life In Dark Water
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41 Almost Lucy
42 The Palace of Versailles
43 Timeless Skies
44 Song On The Radio
45 End of the Day
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