Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soft As Chalk, artist - Joanna Newsom. Date of issue: 22.02.2010
Song language: English
Soft As Chalk |
| So, so long ago and so far away |
| When time was just a line that you fed me when you wanted to stay |
| We’d talk as soft as chalk till morning came, pale as a pearl |
| No time, no time, mow, I have got all the time in the world |
| Say, honey, did you belong to me? |
| Tell me, honey, was your heart at rest when, darlin' |
| All the mourning doves were howling us |
| A song of love’s oh god-awful lawlessness? |
| Lawlessness |
| Say, honey, did you belong to me? |
| Tell me, honey, did I pass your test? |
| I lay, as still as death, until the dawn |
| Whereupon I wrested from your god-awful lawlessness, lawlessness |
| I roam around the tidy grounds of my dappled sanatorium |
| Coatless, I sit amongst the motes, adrift, and I dote upon my pinesap gum |
| And the light, through the pines in brassy tones lays over me, dim as rum |
| And thick as molasses, and so time passes, and so, my heart, tomorrow comes |
| I feel you leaning out back with the crickets |
| Loyal heart marking the soon-ness |
| Darkness, tonight, still the mourning doves will summon us |
| Their song of love’s neverdoneing lawlessness, lawlessness |
| While, over and over, rear up, stand down, lay round |
| Trying to sound-out, or guess the reasons |
| I sleep like a soldier, without rest |
| But there is no treason, where there is only lawlessness, lawlessness |
| In the last week of the last year, I was aware |
| I took a blind shot, across the creek at the black bear |
| When he roused me in the night and left me cowering with my light, calling out |
| «Who is there? |
| Who’s there? |
| Who is there?» |
| I watched you sleep, repeating my prayer |
| You give love a little shove and it becomes terror |
| And now I am calling in a sadness beyond anger and beyond fear |
| «Who is there? |
| Who’s there? |
| Who is there?» |
| I glare and nod like the character God bearing down upon the houses and lawns |
| I knew a little bit, but, darling, you were it and, darling, now it is long gone |
| Sweetheart, in your clean, bright start back there, behind a hill, and a dell |
| And a state line or two, I’ll be thinking of you, yes, I’ll be thinking and be |
| wishing you well |
| We land, I stand but I wait for the sound of the bell |
| I have to catch a cab and my bags are at the carousel |
| And then, Lord, just then time alone will only tell, you mourning dove |