Nick Drake : Place To Be / Áit Chun Dul A Luí

Áit Chun Dul A Luí

Nuair bhíos níos óige, nuair bhíos-sa an-óg
Ní fhaca mé an fhírinne os mo chomhair
Táim níos sine anois, tá sí an-soiléir
Táim níos sine anois, ní mór an áit a dhéanamh glé.

Is glas a bhíos, mar chnocáinín glas
Áit a bhfásann féar faoi ghrian ard go fras
Táim dorcha mar na farraigí
Níl uaim anois ach áit chun dul a luí

Is láidir bhíos, nuair bhíos faoin ngréin
ag súil le léas ag deireadh an lae
Is laige anois mé ná gorm bán
Ó, lag ar fad mé le tnúthán.

Dhéanfá an rud céanna domsa gan agó
Bí dílis duit féin
Fiú mura bhfuil ann ach fústráil sa cheo

Place To Be

When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older, see it face to face
And now I'm older, gotta get up, clean the place


And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be


And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day was done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh so weak in this need for you

Nick Drake: Jane Sa Cheo | Hazey Jane

 Jane Sa Cheo

An fuath leat d'áit dhúchais
Mionnaí móra á dtabhairt
An cuma sa riach leat
Faoin sonas faoin mbuairt
Is an maith leat do shaolsa
Is an ndéanfá é 'rís
Nó an stopfaidh tú chun fiafraí cár imigh an fhís
Is ó Jane, bhfuil ciall
Ó ó, Jane, le do thriall

An bhfuil tusa i d'iarlais
Id' shlat seachas gad
Is bhfuil cúrsaí ag bogadh
Ró-róghasta ar fad
Is bhfuil bealaí ar fáil duit
A mhúchfadh do thart
An bhfuil bealaí nua duitse gan bheith chomh marbh le hart
Hé, ó Jane, tuigeann tú
Ó, Ó, Jane, táimid sa siúl

Is duitse é

Hazey Jane I

Do you curse where you come from
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right
Do you like what you're doing
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for
Hey slow, Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst
Do you hope to find new ways of doing better than your worst
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move

Do it for you
Sure that you would do the same for me one day
So try to be true
Even if it's only in your hazey way

Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me
Is it all so confusing
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming can you sign up and leave
Hey slow, Jane, clear your eye
Slow, slow, Jane, fly on by

Nick Drake: Pink Moon / Ré Phinc

Ré Phinc

Bhí sé scríofa agus bhí á rá
Ré phinc chugainn atá
Níl éinne agaibh chomh hard
Ré phinc í i ngleic le cách

Is is pinc atá
Hé is pinc atá
pinc, pinc, pinc, pinc, mar ré
pinc, pinc, pinc, pinc, mar ré

Bhí sé scríofa agus bhí á rá
Ré phinc chugainn atá
Níl éinne agaibh chomh hard
Ré phinc í i ngleic le cách

Is pinc atá
Yé, is pinc atá

Pink Moon

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.

Dán do Nick Drake

Ó Atlas Obscura

Nick Drake (19 Meitheamh 1948 -  25 Samhain 1974)

Ar chúl do leac uaighe
na focail seo -
is deacair iad a léamh:
'Éirímíd anois is táimid gach áit.'

Ach cá bhfuil tú go díreach?
An rabhais riamh anseo?
An raibh éinne againn?
Na focail sin -
an-deacair le léamh:
'Éirímid anois is táimid gach áit.'
                                   

Nick Drake (19 June 1948 - 25 November 1974)

On the back of your headstone
these words -
hard to read:
'Now we rise and we are everywhere.'

But where are you now?
Were you ever here?
Was any of us ever here?
Those words -
so hard to read:
'Now we rise and we are everywhere'.

ÍOMHAR

Is ciúin mar ghabhann an abhainn anseo in Íomhar,

Is cam atá an luachair ghlas faoi uisce,

Mar ghruaig bháite, scaoilte ina slaoda

lastall den chaise is lastall d'arraing.

Ó, dá rithfeadh ionamsa an abhainn go séimh,

An chora shuaite fágtha aici ina déidh

Is mo ghlúine a chamadh 'nós na luachra ciúine

Go nglacfainn tamall scíthe, tamall suain.

Dán le Molly Drake, máthair an amhránaí Nick Drake.

THÁINIG AN GHRIAN

Tháinig an ghrian ar an Satharn chugainn
Thuas sa spéir 'bhí gorm-ghlé
Tháinig an ghrian, chuir a hanáil fúinn
Níor thuigeamar deas thar chlé
Tháinig an ghrian le haighthe is daoine
Is ní rabhadar mór le rá
Na daoine sin uilig, na háiteanna, is cuimhin liom
Bhíodar rómhaith ar shlí dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Tiocfaidh an ghrian, ní thiocfaidh inniu mo léan.

Smaoinigh ar scéalta le réasún is ciall
'Thimpeallaíonn do cheann
Is smaoinigh ar dhaoine, ina séasúr 's a dtriall
Ag filleadh 's ag filleadh, níor staon
ó níor staon
ó níor staon
ach d'imigh an ghrian agus tháinig an braon

SATURDAY SUN

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do

Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today
Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain

And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
but Saturday sun has turned to Sunday's rain


  
  

NÁ SPÉARTHA THUAIDH

Níor bhraitheas riamh gintlíocht mhire mar seo
Ní fhaca an ré, ná an sáile ná a bhrí
Níor bhraitheas riamh aon mhothú im' dhearna ná im' lámh
Ná leoithní a bhrath ansin thuas i mbarr crainn
Ach taoise ann
Soilsigh na spéartha thuaidh

Ag fanacht atáimse le fada
Séidte atáim ag an stoirm
Is fada an lá mé ar seachrán
Trí na daoine a casadh orm
Ó, dá bhféadfá is d'fhéadfá -
Dírigh m'aigne nua.

An mbeadh grá agat dom 's mé saibhir
Nó do m'éirim thabharfá grá?
An mbeadh grá agat dom sa gheimhreadh
An mbeadh grá agat dom go bás
Ó, dá bhféadfá is d'fhéadfá -
Tar, séid do throimpéad fuar

Níor bhraitheas riamh gintlíocht mhire mar seo
Ní fhaca an ré, ná an sáile ná a bhrí
Níor bhraitheas riamh aon mhothú im' dhearna ná im' lámh
Ná leoithní a bhrath ansin thuas i mbarr crainn
Ach taoise ann
Soilsigh na spéartha thuaidh

NORTHERN SKY

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

  
  
  

EITLÍONN JEREMY

Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.

Tamall ó Londain
Jacomo saor
Iompraíonn a bhuairt
An mhuir 'na caor
Sa tóir ar a bheatha
Sa tóir ar an bhfód
Sa tóir ar an eachtra
Nár insíodh fós

Tamall ó chomhrá
Gan éinne 'r fáil,
Níor mhaith leo a bheith
'Na n-aonaráin
Tamall ag teastáil
Chun éalú ar fad
Tamall lán iontais
Is tamall i ngad

Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.

THREE HOURS

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own

Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave

  

D'INIS AN tAM DOM

D'inis an t-am dom
Gur tusa an tseoid
Seoid agus buairt
D'aigne an bhróin

Is d'inis an t-am dom
Gan cuardach níos mó
Aimseoidh ár n-aigéan
An trá fá dheoidh

Is fágfad na bealaí a dheineann díom féin
An neach sin nach maith leis é fhéin
Bealaí a fhágaint a dtugaim grá
Do nithe nach dtuilleann mo ghrá

D'inis an t-am dom
Gur gheal tú mar lá
Gan aon lorg coise
Gan dealg, id' bhláth

Insíonn do dheora
A leithéid de scéal
Níl leigheas ar do bhuaireamh
I gcaint ó do bhéal

Inseoidh an t-am duit
Bheith taobh liom, a stór
I dtreo 's nach féidir
Aon ní 'cheilt orm níos mó

Is tréig na bealaí a dheineann díot féin
An neach sin nach maith léi í féin
Bealaí a thréigean a dtugann tú grá
Do nithe nach dtuilleann do ghrá

D'inis an t-am dom
Gur tusa an tseoid
Seoid agus buairt
D'aigne an bhróin

Agus d'inis an t-am dom
Gan cuardach níos mó
Aimseoidh ár n-aigéan
An trá fá dheoidh

TIME HAS TOLD ME

Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore
 
So I'll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love
 
Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn
 
Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say
 
And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'Til there's no more to hide
 
So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love
 
Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind
 
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
So someday our ocean
Will find its shore

Nick Drake - Gadhar Dúshúileach (Black Eyed Dog)

Gadhar Dúshúileach

Gadhar dúshúileach tháinig chugam
Gadhar dúshúileach bhí tuilleadh uaidh
Gadhar dúshúileach d'aithin mé
Gadhar dúshúileach d'aithin mé
Gadhar na súl dubh
Gadhar na súl dubh

Ag dul in aois is fonn orm dul siar
Ag dul in aois is gan aon teacht aniar
Ag dul in aois is fonn orm dul siar

Gadhar dúshúileach tháinig chugam
Gadhar dúshúileach bhí tuilleadh uaidh

Black Eyed Dog

A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog knew my name
A black eyed dog knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.
I'm growing old and I want to go home
I'm growing old and I don't want to know
I'm growing old and I want to go home.
A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.

Nick Drake - Spraoi na maidine (From The Morning)

Spraoi na Maidine

Do gheal an lá, is bhí sé go hálainn
Do gheal an lá ar an bhfód
An oíche do thit
Is bhí an t-aer go hálainn
Thit an oíche anallód.

Is féach ar an lá
Na dathanna go brách
Téir is foghlaim an cluiche sin -
Spraoi na maid'ne

Is éirímid
Táimid i ngach aon bhall
Táimid ag éirí ón bhfód
Í ar eití
Tá sí i ngach aon bhall
Tá sí mar pheiteal róis

Ó, na radhairc 'tá romhat
Na hoícheanta go deo
Téir is foghlaim an cluiche sin -
Spraoi na maid'ne

From The Morning

A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around.

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around
So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

  

Nick Drake - Bheith mar sin ón dTús ( One of These Things First)

Bheith mar sin ón dTús

D'fhéadfainn bheith im' mhairnéalach, im' chócaire fiú
Im' leannán dílis, nó im' leabhar arú.
D'fhéadfainn bheith i mo chomhartha, d'fhéadfainn bheith im' chlog
Chomh simplí leis an gciteal, nó carraig nár bhog.
D'fhéadfainn bheith
Anseo beo
Ba cheart dom, is d'fhéadfainn
Go deo.
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . . .
Bheith mar sin ón dtús
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . ..
Bheith mar sin ón dtús.

D'fhéadfainn bheith i mo cholún, do dhoras, a stór
D'fhéadfainn bheith in aice leat, le go bhfaighinn níos mó.
D'fhéadfainn bheith im' dhealbh, do chara go héag,
Mo shaol ar fad a chaitheamh leat gan bhréag.
Is bheith le d'ais go brách
Sea d'fhéadfainn, ba cheart dom sea, a ghrá
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . . .
Bheith mar sin ón dtús
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . ..
Bheith mar sin ón dtús.

Sea d'fhéadfainn bheith i m'fheadóg, d'fhéadfainn bheith im' fhliúit,
Im' ghaiscíoch foirtil, seanbhróg, a rún.
D'fhéadfainn bheith i mo chomhartha, d'fhéadfainn bheith im' chlog
Chomh simplí leis an gciteal, nó carraig nár bhog.
Is d'fhéadfainn bheith id' ghaobhar
Ba cheart dom, ba cheart is le faobhar
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . . .
Bheith mar sin ón dtús
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . ..
Bheith mar sin ón dtús.

One of These Things First

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

Nick Drake - Crann Torthaí (Fruit Tree)

Crann Torthaí

Crann torthaí 'tá sa cháil
Ní seasmach í
Níl i ndán di bláthú
'Dtí go mbeidh a stoc sa chill.
Fir lán de chlú
Ní thiocfaidh siad ar shlí
Go n-éalóidh am
Ó lá a mbáis faraor.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.

Níl sa saol ach cuimhne
Tharla sé fadó
Amharclann mhór an uaignis
Agus dearmad ar an seó.
Ana éasca
Ligint dó imeacht ar fán
Stopann tú le hiontas
Mar nár cheistigh tú cén fáth.

Slán 'stigh sa bhroinn
Broinn na n-oícheanta síoraí
Faigheann tú sa doircheacht
Solas nach n-imíonn.
Slán insan áit, domhain domhain sa chré
Feicfidh siad fá dheoidh gile do ré.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.

Crann torthaí 'tá sa cháil
Ní seasmach í
Níl i ndán di bláthú
'Dtí go mbeidh a stoc sa chill.
Fir lán de chlú
Ní thiocfaidh siad ar shlí
Go n-éalóidh am
Ó lá a mbáis faraor.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.

Crann, crann torthaí
Níl eolas ort ach ag báisteach is aer.
Ná bí buartha
Feicfidh siad go léir ar ball.

Crann, crann torthaí
Oscail do shúile, bliain eile romhat
Tuigfidh siad
Gach aon ní fút, sea, ar ball.

Fruit Tree

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.

Life is but a memory
Happened long ago.
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
'Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why.


Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can
Give the brightest light.
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know what you were really worth.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.

Fruit tree, fruit tree
No one knows you but the rain and the air.
Don't you worry
They'll stand and stare when you're gone.

Fruit tree, fruit tree
Open your eyes to another year.
They'll all know
That you were here when you're gone.


  
  

Nick Drake - Deireadh leis an lá (Day is done)

Deireadh leis an lá

Deireadh leis an lá
Grian ag titim amhail bláth
Chomh maith le gach aon ní a bhí láidir tráth -
Deireadh leis an lá.

Deireadh leis an lá
Deireadh leis an rás ní gá a rá
Léim tú isteach róluath, á,
Siar leat arís go tús an rás'.

Deireadh leis an lá, tá an oíche fuar,
Daoine 'g éirí sean monuar
Níl ór ar bith faoi bhun an tuair
Tá an oíche fuar

D'eitil uait an t-éan
Níl aon neach agat faoin spéir
Gan baile agat faoin ngréin
D'eitil uait an t-éan

Tá an cluiche thart
An nuachtán séidte thar an gcúirt
Cailleadh é roimh am i bhfad róluath
Tá an cluiche thart

Cóisir is clabhsúr
Tá tú lán de bhrón is buairt
Ní raibh ann ach am á chur amú
Cóisir is clabhsúr

Deireadh leis an lá
Grian ag titim amhail bláth
Chomh maith le gach aon ní a bhí láidir tráth -
Deireadh leis an lá.

NICK DRAKE: WAY TO BLUE / AN BEALACH GO DTÍ GORM

AN BEALACH GO DTÍ GORM

Nach bhfuil siolla ann a léireodh dom an tslí
Nach bhfuil eolas ann faoin mbealach 'dtí an ghrian
Inis domsa gach aon ní
Léirigh domsa gan imní
Tar is abair liom
An bealach go dtí gorm.

Chonaic tú an tír, maireann sí ar bhríos
Féach an dtuigeann tú an solas ins na crainn
Inis domsa gach aon ní
Léirigh domsa gan imní
Abair liom inniu
An bealach go dtí gorm.

Féach trí am is aimsigh rím
Abair cad tá ann
Beimid ann, sin mar 'bhíonn,
Dóchasach mar dhall

Bhfuil sé ann mar scáil, gach a raibh id' cheann
An bhfuil fód le fáil
Is an oíche ann?
Inis domsa gach aon ní
Léirigh domsa gan imní
Tar is abair liom
An bealach go dtí gorm.

WAY TO BLUE

Don't you have a word to show what may be done
Have you never heard a way to find the sun
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?

Have you seen the land living by the breeze
Can you understand a light among the trees
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Tell us all today
If you know the way to blue?

Look through time and find your rhyme
Tell us what you find
We will wait at your gate
Hoping like the blind.

Can you now recall all that you have known?
Will you never fall
When the light has flown?
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?

NICK DRAKE - CELLO SONG / AMHRÁN NA DORDVEIDHLE

AMHRÁN NA DORDVEIDHLE

Gnúis ait, is na súil'
Mílítheach gan bhréag
Tuigeann tú go rímhaith
Nach bhfuil aon ghá le scaoll
Mar na haislingí 'tháinig is tú óg
Dhein siad cur síos
Ar thír na rós.

Ó nach lag a bhís
Is an oíche-an fhuar
Agus airm na mothúchán
Ag troid monuar
Ach má tá an domhan ag dul sa chré
Tá tusa ag léim suas
ar thonnta geala glé

Déan dearmad ar an saol seo
A bhfuilim ann
Suífead is fanfad
Canfad m'amhrán
Is má fheiceann tú lá éigin mé sa phlód
Tabhair lámh chúnta domsa
Is ardaigh mé ón bhfód.

CELLO SONG

Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came 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 its 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
To your place in the cloud

NICK DRAKE: RIVER MAN / FEAR NA hABHANN

FEAR NA hABHANN

Beití ag teacht faoi mo dhéin
is do chuala óna béal
faoi inniu is inné
is duilleoga.

Ní raibh cloiste aici faoin nuacht
ní raibh am aici roghnú
is dul amú
tá sí cróga.

Labhróidh mé le fear na habhann
labhróidh mé amach go lom
mar tá sé in am
do líológa.

Má insíonn sé dom a rún
rún mór na habhann a ritheann fúinn
pléaráca chugainn
roimh theacht an fhómhair.

Beití is í ag guí go tréan
go n-imeoidh an spéir i gcéin
nó fanacht linn
cá bhfios, ar sí

Mar nuair a thit an fhearthainn mhín
'glaoch uirthi arís go binn
chaill sí an phian
ag súil le brí.

Labhróidh mé le fear na habhann
labhróidh mé amach go lom
mar tá sí gann -
an tsaoirse a bhí!

Má insíonn sé dom a rún
rún mór na habhann a ritheann fúinn
is am amú
an scéal dom chroí

Ó - tagaid is imíd
Ó - tagaid is imíd

RIVER MAN

Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.

For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me.

Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go.