Out of Season Songtext
von Paul Bond

Flow mighty river, your water runs mysteriously
Go life-giver, from Italy to the bosom of the sea

Swing through Cortina, the village drunk, the war survivor
Give us a reason to not indulge you out of season


Will you think of Peduzzi and of me a while
A million years from now?

Will all be forgiven, through death and through your deep dark wisdom?
Take to perdition our sweet Marsala and bare religion

Because man will come and man will go, I see that now
We all must fade away
But you will fall as rain or melt like mountain snow
Only you are here to stay, to stay