Shawn Phillips No Question
In the days of tomorrow In the time of the passing years I will look through my window And my window will see my tears And the green rocky hillsides Are the shade of a lonely man And the blue ever changing Sea of gold lends a helping hand In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again, see again
In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again See again, see again See again, see again See again
