歌曲 | Time to Talk to Joseph |
歌手 | Tim O'Brien & Darrell Scott |
专辑 | Winona MN |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I lay awake til morning, mind racing through the gloom | |
I practice shadow puppets on my side of the room | |
You softly snore beside me as I make the gures dance | |
Until nally I’m laughing at the random path of chance | |
It’s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn’t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I’ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I find | |
I’ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind | |
I think I’ll head on up the north bank, turn left up Campbell’s creek | |
There’s an old grey man that lives up there and his counsel now I seek | |
Those twisting nooks and crannies, those hollers dark and deep | |
Are calling to me in my dreams, whenever I can sleep | |
It’s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn’t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I’ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I find | |
I’ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind | |
There’s too many threads to follow and it seems the only way | |
Is to dive into the darkness that leads me into day | |
Don’t worry bout me darling, I’m comin back again | |
My spirit will be stronger from a power deep within | |
It’s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn’t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I’ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I find | |
I’ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind |
I lay awake til morning, mind racing through the gloom | |
I practice shadow puppets on my side of the room | |
You softly snore beside me as I make the gures dance | |
Until nally I' m laughing at the random path of chance | |
It' s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn' t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I' ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I fi nd | |
I' ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind | |
I think I' ll head on up the north bank, turn left up Campbell' s creek | |
There' s an old grey man that lives up there and his counsel now I seek | |
Those twisting nooks and crannies, those hollers dark and deep | |
Are calling to me in my dreams, whenever I can sleep | |
It' s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn' t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I' ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I find | |
I' ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind | |
There' s too many threads to follow and it seems the only way | |
Is to dive into the darkness that leads me into day | |
Don' t worry bout me darling, I' m comin back again | |
My spirit will be stronger from a power deep within | |
It' s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn' t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I' ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I fi nd | |
I' ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind |
I lay awake til morning, mind racing through the gloom | |
I practice shadow puppets on my side of the room | |
You softly snore beside me as I make the gures dance | |
Until nally I' m laughing at the random path of chance | |
It' s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn' t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I' ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I fi nd | |
I' ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind | |
I think I' ll head on up the north bank, turn left up Campbell' s creek | |
There' s an old grey man that lives up there and his counsel now I seek | |
Those twisting nooks and crannies, those hollers dark and deep | |
Are calling to me in my dreams, whenever I can sleep | |
It' s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn' t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I' ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I find | |
I' ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind | |
There' s too many threads to follow and it seems the only way | |
Is to dive into the darkness that leads me into day | |
Don' t worry bout me darling, I' m comin back again | |
My spirit will be stronger from a power deep within | |
It' s time to talk to Joseph | |
Gonna pack my little sack | |
ere isn' t much I really need | |
To wander o the track | |
I' ll be sleeping under ledges | |
Eating what I fi nd | |
I' ll read the reaching branches | |
Strum your heartstrings in my mind |