Gene Clark: Were My Love Lies Asleep

 

Gene Clark: olas de melancolía.

   No había noche sin estrellas. No había verano sin calor. No había sueño sin humedad. Así transcurría aquel verano.

Javier Mateos

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Where my love lies asleep

There's no chains to her spirit

As she enters the doorway

Of dreams drifting free

Lightning's flash, rivers roar

Round the island she's sleeping

And the echoes soul

That speaks where she's sleeping

Where my love lies asleep

There's no past nor tomorrow

Only treasures to keep

There's no fears there to borrow

Through the hallways of wonder

Down the steps of the deep

And the secrets that drum

Where my love lies asleep

Past the suns in the morning

Past the stars in their sleep

And the worlds that are near

Where my love lies asleep

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