Winds Of The Old Days
Ton : GCapo 4English
The Glady's adrift in aAm foreign land
SingDing on issues both Ghumble and grand
A deGcade flew past herAm and there on the page
She Dread that the princGe had returned to the stage
HoveGring near treacherAmous waters
A frDiend saw her driftiGng and caught her
UnguGarded fantasies flAmying too far
MemoDries tumbling like Gsweets from a jar
And tCake me down to the Gharbor now
GrapeDs of the summer areG low on the bough
GhostCs of my history wilGl follow me there
And tDhe winds of the oldG days will blow through my hair
BreaGth on an undying eAmmber
It dDoesn't take much toG remember
ThosGe eloquent songs fAmrom the good old days
ThatD set us to marchingG with banners ablaze
But Greporters there'sAm no sense in prying
Our Dblue-eyed son's beeGn denying
The Gtruths that are wrAmapped in a mystery
The Dsixties are over soG set him free
And tCake me down to the Gharbor now
GrapeDs of the summer areG low on the bough
GhostCs of my history wilGl follow me there
And tDhe winds of the oldG days will blow through my hair
Why Gdo I sit the autumAmnal judge?
YearDs of self-righteousGness will not budge
SingGer or savior it wAmas his to choose
WhicDh of us knows what Gwas his to lose?
BecauseAm idols are best whenBm they're made of stone
A savioEmr's a nuisance to liAmve with at home
Stars oAmften fall heroes goBm unsung
And marEmtyrs most certainly Amdie too young
So tGhank you for writiAmng the best songs
ThanDk you for righting Ga few wrongs
You'Gre a savage gift oAmn a wayward bus
But Dyou stepped down anGd you sang to us
And gCet you down to the Gharbor now
Most Dof the sour grapes Gare gone from the bough
GhostCs of Johanna will vGisit you there
And tDhe winds of the oldG days will blow through your hair