... when you feel the urge to be taken back to where you first saw the light and chant something like this to the stones, the trees or even to the fluttering flocks birds in the distance...
Chorus
Take me back to the place
where I first saw the light
To my sweet sunny south, take me home
Where the wild birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam?
The path to our cabin they say has grown green
And the stones are quite mossy around
I know that the faces and the forms that I love
Now lie in the cold mossy ground.
Chorus
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow
To my place in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers on the river green margin did grow
And shared their sweet shade with the glade.
Chorus
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmIU85gbo5Q
Chorus
Take me back to the place
where I first saw the light
To my sweet sunny south, take me home
Where the wild birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam?
The path to our cabin they say has grown green
And the stones are quite mossy around
I know that the faces and the forms that I love
Now lie in the cold mossy ground.
Chorus
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow
To my place in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers on the river green margin did grow
And shared their sweet shade with the glade.
Chorus
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmIU85gbo5Q
[Na imagem "Reflections of a Spring Day" by Robert Richert]
A fabulosa joan baez, com a sua voz inconfundível de uma época que só conheço de ouvir falar.
ResponderEliminarQuando à letra, só me resta dizer-lhe um coisa. Quando puder venha ver o Alentejo, que está verdejante e com cor e cheiro de flores silvestres...
Um beijo com cheiro a Planície num dia de chuva, Ava.
Às vezes, a chuva torna os cheiros da terra ainda mais apetecíveis e excitantes...
ResponderEliminarÉ uma maravilha percorrer os campos húmidos, com aquele fantástico cheiro a húmus a desprender-se das coisas, as cores intensamente avivadas pela água, rescendendo a toda a espécie de odores desconhecidos...
Que vontade que eu tenho de ir com a Nocas e a Tanas para o castelo, vê-las correr, cheirar, elas próprias fascinadas pelo espectáculo irresistível da terra prazenteira e feliz a renovar-se, a reencontrar-se consigo mesma num cerimonial único de cores, aromas, formas e impressões!...
Isso tudo aí e eu... aqui!...
Vale o cheiro e um pouco da luz que o beijo me trouxe...
Beijinho, também, Ava e obrigado pela sugestão!