Poetry

Sunday 19 July 2020

Away from prying eyes

Away from prying eyes,
Away from crying eyes
I'm going to get away
From prying eyes

I'm going...now
take me away from prying eyes
I'm on my way baby
Way into the sunrise

Well the birds can see me crying
And I want to hide my crying eyes
So take me away from prying eyes

You say stop your lying baby
But I can't see the wood for the trees
You say Stop your crying baby
Your Tears are just like willow leaves
Well if I think about dying
I know it will be you
My eye sees
Take me away from prying eyes

Take me away baby
Take me far from here
Take me away baby
Take me to where they hunt the deer
Where the moss is on the river stone
And the waters they run clear
And nobody is seeking to try to interfere
But still they try, when I dry my eyes
Take me away from prying eyes

I've been walking through
This a barren land
Where the people are crazy
They all want to steal your plans
Make what is ours theirs
If I sell my soul, I can buy their wares
But then I will have nothing
left, no cares
And it won't matter a jot anyhow
For who dares, wins, who doesn't dies
Take me away baby, take me far from prying eyes


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