Текст песни Van Morrison - Foreign Window
Van Morrison - Foreign Window слова песни
I saw you from a foreign windowBearing down the sufferin roadYou were carryin your burdenTo the palace of the lordTo the palace of the lordI spied you from a foreign windowWhen the lilacs were in bloomAnd the sun shone through your window paneTo the place you kept your booksYou were reading on your sofaYou were singin every prayerThat the masters had instilled in youSince lord byron loved despairIn the palace of the lordIn the palace of the lordBridge:And if you get it right this timeYou dont have to come back againAnd if you get it right this timeTheres no need to explainI saw you from a foreignBearing down the sufferin roadYou were carryin your burdenYou were singing about rimbaudI was going down to genevaWhen the kingdom had been foundI was giving you protectionFrom the loneliness of the crowdIn the palace of the lordIn the palace of the lordThey were giving you religionBreaking bread and drinking wineAnd you laid out on the green hillsJust like when you were a childI saw you from a foreign windowYou were trying to find your way back homeYou were carrying your defectsSleeping on a pallet on the floorIn the palace of the lordIn the palace of the lordIn the palace of the lordEtc etc...