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Our fathers out of India come
And stopped where they found water
And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
Coveted our daughters, coveted our daughters
And the moon shone into the seas
Across the palms with silver
There was music that night in
The dark campsite

Hesitation Blues de % {artista} – portada
Hesitation Blues
Ralph McTell
Got my hesitation stockings, hesitation shoes,
Lord almighty got them hesitation blues.
And tell me how long, oh, must I have to wait?
Can I get you now, oh no, must I hesitate.
A nickle is a nickle, and a dime is a dime,

When I told you I was leaving, you didn't believe what I said.
You just went right on sleeping, and rolled over in your bed.
Now were you surprised to open up your eyes,
And find that I had moved on.
Oh, Honey your loving man has packed all of things,
And taken that last train and gone.

You can't say I didn't warn you, I told you 'bout a hundred times.

I'm running up a spiral staircase,
Drilling a hole in the ground.
And the staicase is winning,
And my head is spinning,
And I don't even dare to look round.

I'm running up a spiral staircase
I can't reach the top.

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely by his side,
yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

How can you tell me you're lonely
And say, for you, that the sun don't shine

This summer will be different I will move across the town
Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown
With my hands in my pockets and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.

I will assume the accent of some Yankee sailor boy
Stranded between merchant ships with some time to enjoy.

Finally the moment's come and here we stand
And all the words have gone
Along with all the plans
And though the hands
Are surely moving on the clock
For us,  this moment
Time it'self has stopped

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, and held loosely by his side
yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.

Chorus:
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?

The wind in the willows sang softly to me.
Follow my voice wherever it leads
Through mountains and valleys to deep rolling seas
Born on the wings of the breeze.

Spin me a dream, woven silver and gold
Of sunshine and shadows and days long ago.
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