Mama When you coming home Mama When you coming home Mama You don't have to roam Mama You know you're coming home If you look over there babe You know
Now I told you a long time ago, that I'd hold you Never let you go behind Anywhere I might flow And I know you believe in me And I hope you are seeing
I took a walk through the fields of America I'll tell you what I saw in the middle of the garbage and erotica I saw a man in pain crying to be free Children
Yellow flowers bought today I bought 'em from the man who lives in the other way Wilting flowers couldn't stay Not enough water gotta fill 'em to the
I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below So slow I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below Lordy, go slow Sure would
Sleepwalker Walking around Sleepwalker Wearing a frown Sleepwalker Going downtown Sleepwalker Going all the way down Cheap hotel Cheap hotel Cheap hotel
Oh, archer with your bowstring tight Won't you let fly with your shaft of light Are you hunting your quarry now? Are you leaving me, babe, leaving anyhow
Saturday morning, yeah I come in late Just to find if you were there Just to look at your long brown hair And dream a dream out in the hall Was that
I talk to the lady with the steel gray eyes While the sun is going down And we talk of the things that we wish to know But she's really not around And
In the consecrated chambers Of a mountain's winter day I left her at the turning To go on her seeking way To pass o'er meadows green and bare Or brown
T'was a man of youthful features T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes Watching out by looking inward Tall and stately and full of life In his life, he spoke
Lightning slaying shadows In the tremors of the night While he creeps among the alleys Bringing fear before the fright She sleeps in tattered trousers
Translation: Shawn Phillips. The Ballade.
Translation: Shawn Phillips. Woman.
