Текст песни Dan Fogelberg - Souvenirs
Dan Fogelberg - Souvenirs слова песни
Here is a poemThat my lady sent downSome morning whileI was away.Wrote on the back ofA leaf that she foundSomewhere around monterey.And here is the keyTo a house far awayWhere I used to liveAs a child.They tore down the buildingWhen I moved awayAnd left the key unreconciled.And down in the canyonThe smoke starts to rise.It rides on the windTill it reaches your eyes.When faced with the pastThe strongest man cries...cries.And down in the canyonThe smoke starts to rise.It rides on the windTill it reaches your eyes.When faced with the pastThe strongest man cries...cries.And here is a sunriseTo set on your sill.The ghosts of the dawnMoving near.They pass through your sorrowAnd leave you quite still...Sitting among souvenirs.