Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that come to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to it's grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me out
To your place in the cloud
( written by Nick Drake ) Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that come to you when so young Told of a life Where spring is sprung You would seem so frail In the cold of the night When the armies of emotion Go out to fight But while the earth sinks to it's grave You sail to the sky On the crest of a wave So forget this cruel world Where I belong I'll just sit and wait And sing my song And if one day you should see me in the crowd Lend a hand and lift me out To your place in the cloud Explain Request ×
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