Cello Song - The Books/José Gonzáles
Written by：Nick Drake
Strange face with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you
When you were young
Told of a life where spring has sprung
You would seem so frail
Cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth
Sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
Sing my song
And if one day
You should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place into the cloud
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