Testi:
Jolie Holland Catalpa

By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying And that old highway will be sighing And my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home.

be I always will love To waltz across this city with you From the rising of the moon To the falling of the dew There's a young catalpa tree Out behind

They hadn't been gone But about two weeks I swear it was not three When she espied his cloven hoof And wept most bitterly They hadn't been gone But about

Some people say you got a psychadelic presense Shinin in the park with a bioluminescense Down these city streets I see you comin' From afar and I know

When the supreme authorities of our culture Tell us to get down on our knees And beg for salvation from some divinity Is it any wonder there are people

Well, I feel like an old hobo I'm sad, lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer's day Now the summer days are through You pass through places And places

I always will love to waltz Across this city with you From the rising of the moon To the falling of the dew There's a young catalpa tree Out behind