Текст песни Van Morrison - Pagan Streams
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And we walked the pagan streamsAnd searched for white horses on surrounding hillsWe lived where dusk had meaningAnd repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abatedIn touch with the silenceOn honey street, on honey streetWhat happened to a sense of wonderOn yonder hillside, getting dimWhy didnt they leave us, aloneWhy couldnt we just be ourselvesWe could dream, and keep beesAnd live on honey streetAnd we walked the pagan streamsIn meditation and contemplationAnd we didnt need anybody, or anythingThen, no concepts, being freeAnd I wanna climb that hillside again, with youOne more timeAs the great, great, great, great, great, great, greatBeing watches overAnd we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repairTo honey street, to honey street.