Follow the Ribbon Songtext
von Mark Knopfler
Follow the Ribbon Songtext
The day′s been a while fading
Seems like we have slowed
My eyes are getting weary, can barely see the road
Been a while since we left behind city lights
There's just a line unwinding through the night
Yesterday′s lies scattered like broken swords and shields
Like the used up shells and bullets on a hundred battlefields
When I think of all the close call, both sides of love and death
Sometimes can hardly get my breath
But I'll follow the river anyhow
I'll follow the river
That′s all right for now
Up in the high country or down where the river flows
Wherever it goes Don′t care if they like it
Don't care if they don′t
Never did much care about if they will or won't
If all you want to know is acorns root in your patch of earth
What can your praise really be worth?
I′m just living with the ringing of tomorrow's ancient rites
Oh, the road ahead may be shorter than the one we left behind
If there′s whiskey in the bottle, leave some for me
I'll get to it eventually
But I'll follow the river by the cold lagoon
Follow the river under the helpless moon, winding
Through the dark hills where a million stars have froze
Wherever it goes
Seems like we have slowed
My eyes are getting weary, can barely see the road
Been a while since we left behind city lights
There's just a line unwinding through the night
Yesterday′s lies scattered like broken swords and shields
Like the used up shells and bullets on a hundred battlefields
When I think of all the close call, both sides of love and death
Sometimes can hardly get my breath
But I'll follow the river anyhow
I'll follow the river
That′s all right for now
Up in the high country or down where the river flows
Wherever it goes Don′t care if they like it
Don't care if they don′t
Never did much care about if they will or won't
If all you want to know is acorns root in your patch of earth
What can your praise really be worth?
I′m just living with the ringing of tomorrow's ancient rites
Oh, the road ahead may be shorter than the one we left behind
If there′s whiskey in the bottle, leave some for me
I'll get to it eventually
But I'll follow the river by the cold lagoon
Follow the river under the helpless moon, winding
Through the dark hills where a million stars have froze
Wherever it goes
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