Tomorrow is a long time : Odetta

Extrait de l'album « Odetta Sings Dylan », 1965.

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If today was not a crooked highway,
[If tonight I could finally stand tall]
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yeas and if I could only hear [his] heart a-softly poundin',
Only if [he] was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that know no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
I can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes if I could hear [his] heart a-softly poundin',
Only if [he] was lyin' by me,
And I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singing river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin',
If I could only hear [his] heart a-softly poundin',
Only if [he] was lyin' by me,
And I'd lie in my bed once again.
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin',
If I could only hear [his] heart a-softly poundin',
Only if [he] was lyin' by me,
And I'd lie in my bed once again.