| @KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@LDoum (2005)@TFamous Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen@TDoum www.kentrenous.net
It's four in the morning,
The end of december
I'm writing you
Now just to see
If you're better
New York is cold,
But I like where I'm living,
There's music on Clinton Street all
Through the evening.
I hear that you're building
Your little house
Deep in the desert
You're living
For nothing now,
I hope you're keeping
Some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by
With a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you,
You looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat
Was torn at the shoulder.
You'd been to the station
To meet every train.
You came home without Lili Marlene,
And you treated my woman
To a flake of your life
And when she came back.
She was nobody's wife.
Well I see you
There with the rose in your teeth,
One more thin gypsy thief.
Well I see Jane's awake.
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you
My brother, my killer.
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you,
I guess I forgive you.
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here,
For Jane or for me
Well your enemy
Is sleeping,
and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks,
For the trouble you took
From her eyes.
I thought it was there
For good So I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock
of your hair.
She said that you gave
It to her,
That night that you planned
To go clear.
Sincerely L. Cohen. |
