Animals
See if I'm staring at you
Carry on if I'm gone
Not for long and it's true
If I fall through the cracks
And the shards of the glass
That litter the floor
All these things I'll ignore
All that remains
Is to start up again
So we do, going to, me and you
Take a queen from the pack
Put her heart on your back
Take a quill from a bird
Write you name though absurd
Though I caught your attention
And with hardly a mention
'Tween the sip of your drink
And your moment to think
All that remains
Is to num
Blueberry Hill
The Call Of The Canyon
Glenn Miller
Written by Billy Hill.
As recorded by the Glenn Miller Orchestra on August 8th 1940 with Ray Eberle.
Just a melancholy echo
Ling‘ring when the day is through
It’s the call of the canyon
Once again I’m dreaming of you
Every night I search the moonlight
Up and down the river shore
It’s the call of the canyon
Maybe I will see you once more
Standing there alone by the ashes
Of the fire we said would never die
Will I ever find an ember
Burning from the days gone by...?
Then I hear a lonely whisper
As a little spark I see
It’s the call of the canyon
Bringing back your answer to me!
(Transcribed by Alex Foertsch: afn@netzland.net)