Frank Sinatra "Gentle On My Mind"
どうしてだか、この歌は１５才の頃から好きだ。。
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
Ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards
And the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
Summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the back roads by the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup
Back from a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughenin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
Read more: Glen Campbell - Gentle On My Mind Lyrics | MetroLyrics
どうしてだか、この歌は１５才の頃から好きだ。。
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
Ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards
And the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
Summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the back roads by the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup
Back from a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughenin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
Read more: Glen Campbell - Gentle On My Mind Lyrics | MetroLyrics
