If all the young men were hares on the mountain,
If all the young men were hares on the mountain
How many young girls would take guns and go hunting?
If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes,
If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
How many young girls would go beating the bushes?
If all the young men wеre like fish in the water,
If all you young mеn were like fish in the water
How many young girls would undress and dive after?
But the young men are given to frisking and fooling,
Yes the young men are given to frisking and fooling
So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling.
Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination;
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination.
We'll begin with a spin,
Traveling in the world of my creation;
What we'll see will defy
Explanation.
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it;
Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it.
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination;
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be.
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it;
Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it.
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination;
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be.
I feel the autumn breeze
It steals cross my pillow
As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp
And in its song there is sadness because
There's no you
The lonely autumn trees
How softly they're sighing
For summer is dying they know
That in my heart there's no gladness because
There's no you
The park that we walked in
The garden we talked in
How lonesome they seem in the fall
The stormy clouds hover and falling leaves cover
Our favourite nook in the wall
In spring we'll meet again
We'll kiss and recapture
The summertime rapture
We knew
And from that day never more will I say
There's no you
Had you loved me,
Earth had given
All that heart
Could wish of Heaven;
That sigh entreats,
Past hoping even:
Had you loved me
(Had you loved me).
Yet love itself
Endure may not;
Best not harboured
Than forgot.
Yet love itself
Endure may not;
Best not harboured,
Best not harboured,
Best not harboured
Than forgot.
Forgot, lost, cold, faded –
Then – ah, what?
Even love itself?
No, no, no! –
Would Summer miss
One wild flower
For cause like this!
Still must I crave
Where nothing is
But – ‘No, no, no!...’
about
These demos were recorded at the studio in the Włodawski dom Kultury (Włodawa Culture Centre, Eastern Poland) the morning after my concert there and a late dinner at Irek and Anna's. My thanks to Marek for recording, Michal for mixing, I and A for their hospitality and Kate for making it all happen.
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