| CRY… DON'T YOU
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| I got off a train about midday into a yellow taxi cab
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| The station was deserted, the taxi driver said
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| ‘Where you want to go the Bar, Hotel, looking for a place to go?'
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| I saw no-one who knew me, nor no-one did I know
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| I went down the mall, to Mary below, to Blackbull shop
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| The man said ‘My dear, she died last year' and I said I will not stop
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| The sky it was all bleeding, the rain cloud crashing down
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| But what I saw that moment could never be undone
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| We saw people drawn out, nobody you will steal
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| Statesman sitting there at the table, unharmed by fire or fear
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| Oh, said his name so boldly, the others followed on
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| What I had seen that morning could never be undone
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| Everything was gone, gone, everything was gone
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| Everything was gone, gone, everything was gone
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| A boy playing with a gun there, colder than the air
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| A bill to give him, gave him, felt he was not there
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| The skins they were all boiling, and the heap rose 10 miles high
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| I saw a priest praying for me, shockwave in the sky, sky, sky
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| Shockwave in the sky |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crying , by - The Edgar Broughton Band. Song from the album The Harvest Years (1969-1973), in the genre Музыка мира