Текст песни
give me your beauty and age
Cast a glance at the young, runnin runnin from home
Catchin dreams from the clouds, runnin runnin from home
Cast a glance at the young, the city sounds burn your soul Home, cast a glance at the young
Runnin runnin from home, turn your head to the cries Running, a pleasure pleasing my mind
Spins a dance round your heart, the city sounds burn your soul
The passing image of you, the spider soon takes it s prey
your heart will shatter and fall
Catchin dreams from the clouds, step on pavements so old Jansch, turn your head to the cries
Runnin runnin from home, cast a glance at the young
And disappears in a crowd, of loneliness in the night, give me your beauty and age
Turn your head to the cries, turn your head to the cries
the passing image of you
reflects a pain to my heart
breakin ties that you d grown
reflects a pain to my heart
Breakin ties that you d grown, cast a glance at the young
Runnin runnin from home, breakin ties that you d grown, breakin ties that you d grown
the city sounds burn your soul
Runnin runnin from home, breakin ties that you d grown, catchin dreams from the clouds
the passing image of you
cast a glance at the young
Just like a fly when it s caught, the spider soon takes it s prey
Spins a dance round your heart, reflects a pain to my heart
And disappears in a crowd, give me your beauty and age
Give me your beauty and age, spins a dance round your heart Jansch, runnin runnin from home
the spider soon takes it s prey
The spider soon takes it s prey, the spider soon takes it s prey, runnin runnin from home
The city sounds burn your soul, girls a-making their way
Breakin ties that you d grown, the city sounds burn your soul
The passing image of you, the spider soon takes it s prey, the city sounds burn your soul
Girls a-making their way, the city sounds burn your soul Home, turn your head to the cries
The city sounds burn your soul, your heart will shatter and fall
Reflects a pain to my heart, reflects a pain to my heart
runnin runnin from home
Spins a dance round your heart, step on pavements so old, and disappears in a crowd
The city sounds burn your soul, spins a dance round your heart, spins a dance round your heart
Turn your head to the cries, runnin runnin from home
And disappears in a crowd, spins a dance round your heart
Reflects a pain to my heart, give me your beauty and age
Runnin runnin from home, the city sounds burn your soul