did i ever want you
Was i ever able, across the old table You, did i ever want you
Are we still leaning, across the old table Leonard, did i ever want you
Did i ever leave you, did i ever leave you
and is it still raining
are we still leaning
Was it ever settled, who could love you forever
did i ever love you
was i ever able
Its spring and its summer, did i ever fight you
Did i ever leave you, the almond trees wither
did i ever fight you
The lemon trees blossom, the lemon trees blossom
Across the old table, are we still leaning
was i ever able
Did i ever love you, was i ever able
Was i ever able, was i ever able
Does it really matter, did i ever leave you
did i ever need you
Did i ever want you, did i ever love you
Back in november, does it really matter
Did i ever fight you, there s no need to answer
Did i ever want you, are we still leaning Love, did i ever leave you
and is it still raining
Did i ever love you, did i ever fight you
Across the old table, was it ever over
Did i ever want you, did i ever leave you
And its winter forever, was i ever able
Did i ever love you, did i ever leave you, did i ever fight you
My absolute favorite artist. An artist I always find my self going back to over and over again. I wish he could live forever and continue to create beautiful things. LOVE!!!! For people who like his music I also recommend Chris Rea, also amazing :-))))
I've been listening to Leonard for two days, almost non-stop...but I can't finish this song. His voice just tears me up all over again.
This is a wound that will never heal.
Beauty and pain walk hand in hand, down the road
holding the curve of an umbrella's handle
A lonely glove is laying on the sidewalk
and a crashed voice cradels my heart
If there is god he probably listens to you
as you said the whole truth
mine too.
Dear Leonard it sure rains a lot this november . Thank you for changign our life
From his Book of Mercy:
Not knowing where to go,
I go to you.Not knowing where to turn,
I turn to you.Not knowing what to hold,
I bind myself to you.
Having lost my way,
I make my way to you.Having soiled my heart,
I lift my heart to you.Having wasted my days,
I bring the heap to you.Blocked by every thought,
I fly on the wisp of remembrance.Defeated by silence,
here is a place where the silence is more subtle.And here is the opening in defeat.
And here is the clasp of the will.And here is the fear of you.
And here is the fastening of mercy.Blessed are you,
in this man’s moment.