Tim Buckley - If The Rain Comes (Live At The Folklore Center, 1967) | Текст песни

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• If The Rain Comes (Live At The Folklore Center, 1967)

In dreams of desert winds
You'll come to me
And give to me your wild and seething sands
And round crystal stairs of mansions fine
We'll dance away our loving minds
Oh but if the rain comes, oh we'll turn to lies

And while you smile to me
I'll try to find a perfect rhyme to tell my love so knowingly
And while beggars beg for silver things
I'll steal for you golden wings
Oh but if the rain comes, oh we'll turn to lies

But please stay until the rain
And take my love, please give me love
I need you to keep me warm
And with so many dreams ahead of us
Such lovely dreams, bless our bed
Oh but if the rain comes, oh we'll turn to lies

In dreams of desert winds
You'll come to me
And give to me your wild and seething sands
And round crystal stairs of mansions fine
We'll dance away our loving minds
Oh but if the rain comes, oh we'll turn to lies

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