STORM
Shawn Phillips - 1965


Every time I pass your place
I get an image of your face
And then I wonder what you're thinkin' of
As I look through the mist to your window above
And the clouds roll by
But the silver has tarnished for me in the sky
Minutes pass by and the mist starts drifting
And the rain starts falling
And the air gets cold
And I try to move away
But my feet won't let me
They stay right there
But I don't feel cold
I feel old
The wind is blowing and rain is pouring
And the sky is a mass of roiling figures
And their eyes flash fire
And it streaks across the heavens
And it sounds like a man being
Torn to shreds by desire



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - January 2004)