Eugene Twist - If There's Love Where I'm Going | Текст песни

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• Eugene Twist
• If There's Love Where I'm Going

Climb out your windows children coach is set to go
For the open day at Roswell and the field trip to Guantanamo
Take it from the cobra who spits upon the grave
Of the man who played the blues upon its rightful charmer’s stage
With every shruti so refined there’s a raga of your own
And if there’s love where i’m going then i’ll be going home
All you disciples that just don’t know where to look
If you’re called upon by mellotrons then lay your hand down on my book
Maybe we’re useless in the things that we create
And so say we’ll surrender to salvation in some higher state
Maybe i’ll sing peace salaam, shanti, shalom
If there’s love where i’m going then i’ll be going home
So climb down your drainpipes children on your merry way
To the conference entitled ‘The West Has Had Its Day’
Take it from the singing larks and the nightingales of May
Who survey their own horizons and the harvest is their cabaret
Swooping onto pastures new when every seed is sewn singing
If there’s love where i’m going then i’ll be going home