Текст песни Gentle On My Mind - Engelbert Humperdinck
                                                It's 
                                                knowing 
                                                that 
                                                your 
                                                door 
                                                is 
                                                always 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                path 
                                                is 
                                                free 
                                                to 
                                                walk
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                makes 
                                                me 
                                                tend 
                                                to 
                                                leave 
                                                my 
                                                sleeping 
                                                bag
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rolled 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                stashed 
                                                behind 
                                                your 
                                                couch
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                knowing 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                shackled
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                forgotten 
                                                words 
                                                and 
                                                bonds
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                ink 
                                                stains 
                                                that 
                                                are 
                                                dried 
                                                upon 
                                                some 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                clinging 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                rocks 
                                                and 
                                                ivy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Planted 
                                                on 
                                                their 
                                                columns 
                                                now 
                                                that 
                                                bind 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                something 
                                                that 
                                                somebody 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                they 
                                                thought 
                                                we 
                                                fit 
                                                together 
                                                walking
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                just 
                                                knowing 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                be 
                                                cursing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                forgiving 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                walked 
                                                along 
                                                some 
                                                railroad 
                                                track 
                                                and 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                moving 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                for 
                                                hours 
                                                you're 
                                                just 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                dip 
                                                my 
                                                cup 
                                                of 
                                                soup 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                gurglin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cracklin' 
                                                cauldron 
                                                in 
                                                some 
                                                train 
                                                yard
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                beard 
                                                    a 
                                                roughening 
                                                coal 
                                                pile
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                dirty 
                                                hat 
                                                pulled 
                                                low 
                                                across 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                cupped 
                                                hands 
                                                'round 
                                                the 
                                                tin 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pretend 
                                                to 
                                                hold 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                breast 
                                                and 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                waiting 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memories
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ever 
                                                smilin' 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                knowing 
                                                that 
                                                your 
                                                door 
                                                is 
                                                always 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                path 
                                                is 
                                                free 
                                                to 
                                                walk
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                cupped 
                                                hands 
                                                'round 
                                                the 
                                                tin 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pretend 
                                                to 
                                                hold 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                breast 
                                                and 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                waiting 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memories
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ever 
                                                smilin' 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
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