[Joan Baez cover]
|
|
Well I'll be damned
|
Here comes your ghost again
|
But that's not unusual
|
It's just that the moon is full
|
And you happened to call
|
|
And here I sit
|
My hand on the telephone
|
Hearing a voice I'd known
|
A couple of light years ago
|
Heading straight for a fall
|
|
As I remember your eyes
|
Were bluer than robin's eggs
|
My poetry was lousy you said
|
Where are you calling from?
|
A booth in the midwest
|
|
Ten years ago
|
I bought you some cufflinks
|
Oh and you brought me something
|
We both know what memories can bring
|
They bring diamonds and rust
|
|
Well you burst on the scene
|
Already a legend
|
The unwashed phenomenon
|
The original vagabond
|
You strayed into my arms
|
|
And there you stayed
|
Temporarily lost at sea
|
The Madonna was yours for free
|
Yes the girl on the half-shell
|
Would keep you unharmed
|
|
Now I see you standing
|
With leaves falling around
|
And snow in your hair
|
Now you're smiling out the window
|
Of that hotel
|
Over Washington Square
|
Our breath comes out white clouds
|
Mingles and hangs in the air
|
Speaking strictly for me
|
We both could have died then and there
|
|
Now you're telling me
|
You're not nostalgic
|
Then give me another word for it
|
You are always so good with words
|
And at keeping things vague
|
|
Because I need some of that vagueness now
|
It's all coming back too clearly
|
Oh I loved you dearly
|
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
|
I've already paid
|
|
Diamonds and rust
|
Diamonds and rust
|
Diamonds and rust
|
|
-----------------
|
Diamonds And Rust
|
| Blackmore's Night |
