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• Artiste: John & Mary
• Titre: Clouds of Reason
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The bells of the village ring Only three times they sing for the boy who decided Just where he'd go, Hearing a Galveston radio show The clouds of reason at times They rain mistakenly On the young ones that never should die alone. And he'd been through the Maritimes And he'd been through the summertime And he'd been through the wintertime And the time told him just where to go From the Gulf to the Northern Sea Twenty years just a memory He had given the time of his life But his time was so limited. After searching all year non-stop Up in Natchez he got a job Where they never asked him papers to show Where all you been they don't wanna know As the captain was sizing him up, Held out a big hand to wish him good luck: 'The smaller the sailor The bigger the catch will bring.' And he'd been through the Maritimes And he'd been through the summertime And he'd been through the wintertime And the time told him just where to go From the Gulf to the Northern Sea Twenty years just a memory He had given the time of his life But his time was so limited. At 6 a.m. it is still dark A lantern makes its way down to the sea He things of nighttime when He'll be again with her Twin beds pushed together Hear the ocean breeze. The boat rocked in a troubled sea Waking dreams are not meant to be The boy lost his balance and into the foam Never again to return to his home. The hardest thing for the captain to do Was meeting Ann when The long day was through When she saw the boat empty She knew without hearing the words. And he'd been through the Maritimes And he'd been through the summertime And he'd been through the wintertime And the time told him just where to go From the Gulf to the Northern Sea Twenty years just a memory He had given the time of his life But his time was so limited. In old days he never let trouble Like this get to him Hiring a boy and then learning He never could swim. The harborlights dim in the morning That circles the bay And the bells of the village ring three times To welcome the day.