Göran Gustafsson

When the end of road is near, when time is moving fast
When everything is added up, and the last of dies is cast
From the silent garden of despair, my voice is crying out
Take this cup away from me and release my mind from doubt
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In the early morning darkness
When time was yet to come
In frozen air suspended
The word was fast a-sleep
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I am hanging in the balance
At a place we call mankind
Between the wisdom of the heart
And the reason of my mind
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I see the beauty in the mornin' dew
I see the beauty in the rainbow's hue
And in the colours of the deep blue skies
I see the beauty of my true love’s eyes
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I was given this book a long time ago
Reading it now has become rather slow
Behind every beautiful word of gold
I can sense some kind of cold
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When no one is here my soul to keep
A dream comes to me where I sleep
In the darkness I hear the angels weep
And my mind is flying low and deep
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Tune up your strings in harmony
Strike up your song of joy
And learn the music, let it sound
Stand up and sing your song
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Dressed in garments filthy and cheap
Covered with masks in layers deep
I tear and peel them one by one
Until I finally see the sun
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You walk down the street in your fancy suit
Diamonds and gold to show off your fruit
When riches and fame are your primary goals
You give up your soul at the crossing roads
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You came here empty minded
In this weary world one day
To shape a soul out of body
As the potter moulds out of clay
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I sailed my ship to my true love's harbour
I sang my songs 'neath her windowsill
She gave me bread and her blood-red wine
She promised my deepest need to fulfill
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The journey's been long, not an easy game
You win and you lose, but there's no one to blame
The sailor turns his face to the dark and empty skies
Waiting for the moon and the stars to rise
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The sails are all set and the anchors aweigh
On the brig Blue Bird, the Blue Bird of Hull
She leaves with a HO and she sails with a HEY
And a vicious cry from a laughing gull
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When life has turned into briers and thorns
A wasteland without the songs of sparrows
Men will rise and bend their bows
And the wind will sing with the sound of arrows
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'Twas a lovely night in gay Paree
The stagelight was beating on him and me
He took my heart and spoke so well
And told me things no one else could tell
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Come! listen you people of all time and kind
I put down in writing what is on my mind
I give you my joy my grief and despair
But just don't know why I should even care
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When the end of road is near
When time is moving fast
When everything is added up
And the last of dice is cast
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When you are sad and lonely
And death holds up the end
When everything is broken
And nothing seems to mend
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Went to the station to catch the train
Patiently waiting in the pouring rain
Took neither my bag nor my dog today
Couldn't hope for a further delay
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You praise the Lord for the morning light
You praise him for shelter of the night
You praise the Lord for our daily bread
You praise him for our lifes ahead
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