Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh, to Be Back with You, artist - Steve Forbert. Album song Mission Of The Crossroad Palms, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.03.1995
Record label: Giant
Song language: English
Oh, to Be Back with You |
In the shadow of the old north church I courted her |
While the pigeons and the gargoyles perched she sang |
Is there anyone who’s seen those eyes dismissing her? |
Is there anyone who’s lips she’s kissed complained? |
Seven months and seven wonders, seven roads of rain and thunder |
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming, seven turns toward where you’re |
dreaming |
Oh, to be back with you |
On a mission of the crossroad palms, simplicity |
Could function as a fine first prize for pain |
But picking up the breadcrumb clues efficienctly |
Will light me up a new days dawn, but strange |
In the shadow of the old north church I courted her |
In the clanging of the cast iron bell, her face |
While the shadows of the hil<op shop distorted her |
I tumbled on my pride, pitfall from grace |
Lots of time to think it over, lots of pain to claim and shoulder |
I was wrong, I don’t deny it |
Please forgive me, would you try it |
Oh, to be back with you |
Oh, to be back with you |
The Dm at the beginning, as well as throughout the song can be |
supplemented by changing the note played on the 6th (highest) string. |
That is: |
Dm G Dm7 (so you don’t have to look it up) |
Lyrics supplied by Mike Berry. |
A<ernative version (supplied by «MoonMan»): |
capo on 3rd fret… |
walk down to <~~~ play twice |
In the shadow of the old norh church |
I courted her, |
While the pigeons and the gargoyles perched |
she sang. |
Is there anyone who’s seen those eyes |
dismissing her? |
Is there anyone whose lips she’s kissed complained? |
Chorus: (play like intro) |
Seven months and seven wonders, |
Seven roads of the rain and thunder, |
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming, |
Seven turns towards where you’re dreaming, |
Oh, to be back with you. |
On a mission of the crossroad palms |
Could function as a fine first prize for pain, |
But picking up the bread crumb clues |
Will light me up a new day’s dawn, |
but strange. |
In the shadow of the old north church |
I courted her, |
In the clanging of the cast iron bells, |
her face; |
While windows of the hil<op shop |
distorted her, |
I tumbled on my pride pitfall from grace. |
Seven months and seven wonders, |
Seven roads of rain and thunder, |
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming, |
Seven turns towards where you’re dreaming, |
Lots of time to think it over, |
Lots of blame to claim and shoulder, |
I was wrong, I don’t deny it, |
Please forgive me, would you try it? |
Oh, to be back with you, |
Oh, to be back with you. |