(Don Henley and Danny Kortchmar)
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Like every young man, I had some things that I
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Wanted to say
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Ere I could begin, you know the world got
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In my way
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Oh Lilah, just sleep like a baby
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To open the window and reel the fair wind
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Oh Lilah, just sleep like a baby again
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We spend so much time weeping and wailing and
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Shaking our fists
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Creating enemies that really don't exist
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Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby?
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Just open the window and feel the fair wind
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Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
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All these comings and goings that cut like a knife
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These small, simple pleasures that make up a life
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A man needs a home, and a child, and a wife
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To always be there
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Always
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After I'm gone, there are some things that I know
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I will miss:
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The taste of your mouth, the smell of the perfume
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On your wrist
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Oh, Lilah, the fields lie fallow
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Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
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Oh Lilah, this ground we hallow
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Is ours to tend, but not to keep
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Too-rah, loo-rah, loo-rah Lilah
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Too-rah, loo-rah, loo-rah lay
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Now, while all the streets are silent
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Take my hand and come away
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Lilah
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| Don Henley |
