The fields, the fields
Are always wet with rain
After a summer shower
When I saw you standing
You were standing in the garden
In the garden all misty wet with rain
Misty wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops
From your eyes in sorrow
And we watched the petals
Fall down to the ground
And I sat beside you
I felt this great sadness that day, yeah
When we were standing in the garden
And then, and then, one day
You came back home
You were a creature all in rapture, yeah (yeah)
You had a key to your soul
And you did open that day
When you came back to the garden
Yeah, the olden summer breeze
Was blowin' on your face
Yeah, an' the light was shinin'
On your countenance divine
You were a violet colour
As you sat beside your father and your mother
In the garden
Summer breeze was blowin' on your face-a
In the silence you treasure your summery words
Shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature
In the garden
Yeah, you fell, you fell, you fell
You fell, you fell into a trance
Vision became so fine
Yeah, we heard the bells
Within the church, we loved so much, yeah
It went like this:
(Vibes plays - 8 notes like bells)
As I touched your cheeks so lightly
Feel like you were born again
An' again, an' again, an' again, an' again
And we felt the presence
Of the youth of a thousand summers
In the garden
(Instrumental & piano solo)
Van: 'One more time for Jonn Savannah'
(applause)
Oh, mornin', mornin'
Mornin', mornin'
One morning in May
Here on my mountain
You're gonna stayสสสสสสสสสสสสสสสสสส
Come and go with me
To the Allegheny
I wanna buy you a horse
For you to ride
I'll ride 'long by your side
To the Allegheny
(Instrumental & Harmonica)
(mumbled)
I'm suppose to get a lawyer
Hey!
That's all I have to say, yeah
Let him take his own wife
To the Allegheny
(short harmonica - Van)
Sam Cooke is on the radio
And the night is filled with space
Let's get Brian back out here
(applause)
And your fingertips touch my face
I'm Real Real Gone
Sam Cooke is on the radio
Yeah an' the night is filled with space, yeah
And your fingertips are touchin' my face
Singin, 'darlin' you send me
You send me, you send me, you send me)
(Oh, darlin' you send me)
Brian:
Darlin', you-ooo-ooo send me
Oh, darlin' you-ooo-ooo send me
Oh, darlin' you-ooo-ooo send me
Honest ya do (honest you do)
Ya know ya did (honest you do)
Ya know ya do
Darlin' you-ooo-ooo thrill me
I know you-ooo-ooo, ya thrill me
Oh, darlin' you-ooo, ah ya thrill me
Honest you do (honest you do)
Honest you do (honest you do)
Van:
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
You and I in nature
And the Father, the son and the holy ghost
Standin' 'round the garden
All misty wet with rain
(Wet with rain, wet with rain, wet with ra-a-ain)
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
You and I and nature
And the Father, the son and the holy ghost
Standin' in the garden
In the garden all misty wet with rain
(Wet with rain, wet with rain, wet with ra-a-ain)
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
Sing one more time
One more time, again
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
Bring it in verse
Announcer: 'Van Morrison'
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
'Van Morrison'
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
No Guru
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
Announcer: 'That's Van Morrison, ladies and gentlemen'
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
(No Guru)
No Guru, (no) No Method (no) No Teacher
No Guru, No Method, No Teacher
Announcer: 'Did ye get healed, tonight?'
Audience: Yes!
(Instrumental & chorus continue through to end)
Repeats:
I can't hear you, I wanna know
Did you get healed, tonight?
Audience: Yes!
(No Guru, Van's Method Healer)
'That's Van Morrison!'
Mr. Geogie Fame
Miss Candy Dulfer
Mr. Brian Kennedy
Mr. James 'Blues Brown' Hunter
Mr. Jimmy Witherspoon
And Mr. Junior Wells
And how 'bout this band, huh?
Are they hot or what?
Yeah!
Woo!
Yeah!
God Bless You!
poniedziałek, 13 lutego 2012
Van Morrison In the Garden / You Send Me / Allegheny
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