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But the woman waiting for him near, although his words were not your own
Waiting not for her but for relief from passing time, you wave at weakly in the night
and though he used no poetry
from all the ashes of your mind
Are the ashes from a peace you d never known, but the woman waiting for him near
The early sun of london morning, in your tired waiting time London, but the woman waiting for him near
in your tired waiting time
waiting not for her but for relief from passing time
And though he used no poetry, where she left you in an empty state of mind
Burned the darkness with unanswered light, and you thought you might begin again John, waiting not for her but for relief from passing time
his words are weaving songs
But the words and images you ve spoken, stayed and told you of the peace that could be found
as the mist keep tumbling down
Although his words were not your own, and the skies you saw were all the same
Were good roads that you might have walked along, and a young friend talking softly Conversation, but the words and images you ve spoken
And the skies you saw were all the same, stayed and told you of the peace that could be found Martyn, and a fallen heart was woken
The early sun of london morning, are the ashes from a peace you d never known
But the woman waiting for him near, although his words were not your own John, where she left you in an empty state of mind
And the peace they were recalling, waiting for a woman
burned the darkness with unanswered light
stayed and told you of the peace that could be found
And the skies you saw were all the same, and though he used no poetry, you wave at weakly in the night
The early sun of london morning, but the woman waiting for him near
and the peace they were recalling
from all the ashes of your mind
But the words and images you ve spoken, where she left you in an empty state of mind
Were good roads that you might have walked along, waiting for a woman
and a young friend talking softly