Bert Jansch - Running From Home - An Introduction to Bert Jansch [compilation] (2005) by Bert Jansch (보컬) on maniadb.com

When you're feeling lonesome
l'Il tell you what you do
Pick up the phone and tell me
Don't be alone and blue
Pick up the phone and call me
l'Il come running straight to you
It you're looking for love
I've got a cure for the lonesome blues.

When the sky above you
Is cloudy and grey
Pick up the phone and call me
I'll brighten up your day
Pick up the phone and call me, honey
I'll come running straight to you
It you're looking for love
I've got a cure for the lonesome blues.

Morning brings the sunshine
Night-time brings the blues
l can bring you lovin'
Honey you can't lose
Pick up the phone and call me
I'll come running straight to you
If you're looking for love
I've got a cure for the lonesome blues.

When you're feeling lonesome
I'll tell you what you do
Pick up the phone and tell me, honey
Don't be alone and blue
Pick up the phone and call me
I'll come running straight to you
If you're looking for love
I've got a cure for the lonesome blues

Crimson moon
In the early morning
Blue black sky
Tell me why
If she loves me
My baby drives me wild
Like a little child
She's standing on the edge, she wants to learn to swim
She looks in the water but she won't dive in
Crimson moon
Tell me why

She's like a new spring flower
Come out to play
In a gray day in autumn
She brightens up the day
But does she know that winter's coming?
Jack Frost in on his way
You've got to hide little girl from his icy stare
Run back to the sunshine he won't catch you there
Run little girl run

Crimson moon
In the early morning
Blue black sky
Tell her I love her
She will listen to you
Tell her she can hear the heartbeat of an dragonfly
In full flight
Taste the spring water of a mountain stream
And feel the burning kiss of a lover's dream
Tell her I love her
She will listen to you
Tell her I love her
She will know that it's true

The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes,
and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and empty skies my love,
Dark and empty skies.

The first time ever I kissed your lips
I felt the earth move in my hand,
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love,
That was there at my command.

The first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart beat close to mine,
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And would last till the end of time, my love,
And would last till the end of time.

The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes,
and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and empty skies my love,
Dark and empty skies.

Oh the January man,
He walks the road in woollen coat
And boots of leather;
The February man still shakes the snow from off his hair
And blows his hands;
Oh the man of March, he sees the spring
And wonders what the year will bring,
And hopes for better weather.

Through April rain the man
Goes down to watch the birds come in
To share the summer;
The man of May stands very still
Watching the children dance away the day;
In June the man inside the man
Is young and wants to lend a hand,
And grins at each new colour.

And in July the man,
In cotton shirt, he sits and thinks
Of being idle;
The August man in thousands takes the road
To watch the sea and find the sun;
September man is standing near
To saddle up and leave the year,
And autumn is his bridle.

And the man of new October
Takes the reins, and early frost
Is on his shoulders;
The poor November man sees fire and rain and snow and mist
And a winter gale;
December man looks through the snow
To let eleven brothers know
They're all a little older.

And the January man
Comes round again in woollen clothes,
And boots of leather,
To take another turn and walk along the icy road
He knows so well;
Oh the January man is here
For starting each and every year
Along the road forever.

I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines
Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?

I know that I might die from poison
Invisible hanging there in the sunlight
And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?

If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy
For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?

One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side
'twas in gazing all, all around me
The Irish lad I spied

All through the far part of the night
We lay in sport and play
Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes
Saying fare-thee-well today

That's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my breast
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the West

Well then go home to your father's garden
Go home and weep your fill
And think on your own misfortune
That you've brought with your wanton will

Runnin' runnin' from home,
Breakin' ties that you'd grown
Catchin' dreams from the clouds

The city sounds burn your soul
Turn your head to the cries
Of loneliness in the night

Just like a fly when it's caught
The spider soon takes it's prey
Spins a dance round your heart

Give me your beauty and age
A pleasure pleasing my mind
Your heart will shatter and fall

Step on pavements so old
Cast a glance at the young
Girls a-making their way

The passing image of you
Reflects a pain to my heart
And disappears in a crowd

Runnin' runnin' from home
Breakin' ties that you'd grown
Catchin' dreams from the clouds