Richard Thompson & Alison Krauss - The Snow Goose (2013) | Текст песни

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• Richard Thompson & Alison Krauss
• The Snow Goose (2013)

Northern winds will cut you
Northern girls will gut you
Leave you cold and empty
Like a fish on the slab

Oh she is like a snow goose
Pale and rare and footloose
Will the joys that tempt me
Soon turn and kick and stab?
In a dream I’m running
Down the streets of molasses
In a dream my feet gain
No ground

I must take some measure
To pursue my treasure
Guided by confusion
My compass through the storm
But if I call her sister
Manfully resist her
Believe my own illusion
Or will her passions warm?

In a dream I’m running
Down the streets of molasses
In a dream my feet gain
No ground

But if I call her lover
Will I soon discover
That her eye is taken
By some fawning friend?
Then my glass would shatter
And my mind would scatter
Being so mistaken
All the world must end

In a dream I’m running
Down the streets of molasses
In a dream my feet gain
No ground
In a dream I’m calling
But there’s never an answer
In the dream my voice makes
No sound

Northern winds will cut you
Northern girls will gut you
Leave you cold and empty
Like a fish on the slab.