Текст песни The Byrds - Just A Season
The Byrds - Just A Season слова песни
Written by Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time, my life was just a seasonDares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freelyI was young and no song was sung that didn`t sound appealingI`d have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a trainAnd I`d look back at her standing in the rainDirty hands and root beer stands and money like a riverMaking deals to see how it feels to get more than you`re givingI`d have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my faceAnd it`s drinks for everybody in the placeIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time my life was just a seasonIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time my life was just a seasonShouting crowds and mummer`s shrouds and people going crazyAlways said what was in their heads it surely was amazingI had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scarIt really wasn`t hard to be a starIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time my life was just a season