Текст песни Early Morning Rain - Judy Collins

In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
And I'm stuck here on the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Well, the liquor tasted good
And the time went fast
Well, there she goes, my friend
There she's rolling now at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time

Well, this old airport's got me down
It ain't no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
This cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump the jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain