(Tim Buckley tribute at St. Ann's church)
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A long time ago, when I was a little kid, my mom sat on the bed and put this record on and..it's like the first song I ever heard..that had my father's voice..and I must admit it...I was..six...and I was bored...I was bored, I'm sorry...(....)
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Once I was a soldier,
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and I fought on foreign sands for you
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Once I was a hunter,
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and I brought home fresh meat for you
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Once I was a lover
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and I searched behind your eyes for you
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Soon there¡¯ll come another
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to tell you I was just a lie.
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And, sometimes I wonder,
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for a while:
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Do you ever remember me?
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Though you have forgotten
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all of our rubbish dreams,
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I find myself searching
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through the ashes of our ruins
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for the days when we smiled,
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and the hours that ran wild
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with the magic of our eyes
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and the silence of our words.
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And, sometimes I wonder,
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for a while:
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Do you ever remember me?
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Once I Was
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| Jeff Buckley |
