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Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, You
must
not
ask
for
so
much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, Hey,
why
not
ask
for
more?
Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Live In Concert
- Summer of Love
- Bird On a Wire
- The Trip: Created by Saint Etienne
- Songs 2: The Best of the Singer/Songwriters
- Woodstock Memories
- Washington Square Memoirs
- Ljuva 60-tal 1964-1969
- They Write The Songs
- Songs: The Best of the Singer Songwriters
- Suite for Susan Moore and Damion: We Are - One, One, All...
- Sixties Summer Love
- Alternative Acoustic
- The Big Chill
- Fred Deakin Presents: The Triptych
- Tim Hardin 2
- Simple Songs of Freedom
- The Future Is Unwritten
- This Is Tim Hardin