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Sometimes I hear the song that you are singing,
Softly out of tune, in broken lines.
I see the truth, the rhythm and the meaning,
And the best Iâll ever be inside in your eyes.
Sometimes you are the dry grass summer orchids,
Sometimes a hawk lonely in its flight.
I donât know where you end and Iâm beginning
Are you awake tonight and looking at the sky?
Itâs too soon to go, itâs too soon to go â
Stay a little longer, thereâs so much I need to know.
Time is a just our small tracks in the falling snow,
Itâs just too soon for you to go.
Sometimes I hear you speak when you arenât speaking,
Sometimes I feel you hurt, thatâs when I cry.
Your kindness is the conscience running through me
And your easy laughter spills across these lines.
Itâs too soon to go, itâs too soon to go â
Stay a little longer, thereâs so much I need to know.
Time is just our small tracks in the melting snow,
Itâs just too soon for you to go.
Sometimes I am just a child of your mercy,
Sometimes a woman softly through the night.
Sometimes I just donât feel I can keep going,
Because of you, I raise myself and try.
Itâs too soon to go, itâs too soon to go â
Stay a little longer, thereâs so much you need to know.
Time is just our small tracks in the falling snow,
And itâs just too soon for you to go.
- Álbum:
- Stitch Of The World
- Traveling Alone
- Another Country
- Buckingham Solo
- Miscellaneous
- See You On The Moon
- Buckingham Solo (Live)
- I Am What I Am
- Night
- Traveling Companion
- Sweet Spot
- To Myself
- Traveling Alone (Bonus Track Version)
- Traveling Alone (Deluxe Edition)
- Essentials of Americana
- To Myself - Single
- Sweet Spot - EP
- Live at the NIGHT: Volume 5
- Tambourine
- This is Americana