Bert Jansch - The Gardener/ Essential Bert Jansch 1965-71 (2001) by Bert Jansch (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

Drawing water from the well,
spilling over on the grass,
walking homeward,
my heart is filled with pain,
woe -oh oh oh oh is me,
go your way my love,
go your way my love.

Drawing water from the well,
spilling over on the grass,
walking homeward,
my heart is filled with pain,
woe -oh oh oh oh is me
go your way my love,
go your way my love.

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

I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
to making you into a dream.
But if I had a magical wonder word,
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I send a blackbird to steal your heart.

But a broken heart won't go,
my endless search, little girl,
I gonna fix a magic(al) spell
to weave on you, little girl.
I'll fall along that you catch the wind
upon the orange to sweetest sin
before this very moment evil in.

I'd rather wait at the dark
of thousand times, little girl,
and take the woman until
the heart of my soul.
And if I catch you sleeping along the west
and gave you alone my secret way.
But I bind your heart unto me very slow.

I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
to making you into a dream.
And if I had a magical wonder word,
I send a dove to catch your love
and I send a blackbird to steal your heart.

I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
to making you into a dream.
But if I had a magical wonder word,
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I send a blackbird to steal your heart.

But a broken heart won't go,
my endless search, little girl,
I gonna fix a magic(al) spell
to weave on you, little girl.
I'll fall along that you catch the wind
upon the orange to sweetest sin
before this very moment evil in.

I'd rather wait at the dark
of thousand times, little girl,
and take the woman until
the heart of my soul.
And if I catch you sleeping along the west
and gave you alone my secret way.
But I bind your heart unto me very slow.

I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
to making you into a dream.
And if I had a magical wonder word,
I send a dove to catch your love
and I send a blackbird to steal your heart.

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery

He called for a candle to light him to bed
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head
To tie up his head as sailors will do
And he said my Pretty Polly will you come too

Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm
For to lie into bed to keep herself warm
And what was done there I will never disclose
But I wish that short night had been seven long years

Next morning this sailor so early arose
And into my apron three guineas did throw
Saying take this I will give and more I will do
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go

Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king
And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring
She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery

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?