Song | Comes And Goes |
Artist | Dan Fogelberg |
Album | Captured Angel |
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Lyrics:Dan Fogelberg Music:Dan Fogelberg | |
The woman's like the night | |
She comes and goes | |
She breaks my heart each day | |
And never knows, | |
And the time I spend in sorrow | |
Will match the time I live | |
And the time that's left is | |
All I have to give. | |
The woman's like an ivy on a pole | |
She wraps her twisted love around my soul | |
There will come a sudden winter | |
When she'll seek the warmth of day | |
And there'll come a time when she will come to stay. | |
The woman's like the tide | |
She comes and goes | |
She knows the things that I can just suppose. | |
And the time I spend in sorrow | |
Will match the time that she laughs | |
And the songs I sing cannot explain but half. |
Lyrics: Dan Fogelberg Music: Dan Fogelberg | |
The woman' s like the night | |
She comes and goes | |
She breaks my heart each day | |
And never knows, | |
And the time I spend in sorrow | |
Will match the time I live | |
And the time that' s left is | |
All I have to give. | |
The woman' s like an ivy on a pole | |
She wraps her twisted love around my soul | |
There will come a sudden winter | |
When she' ll seek the warmth of day | |
And there' ll come a time when she will come to stay. | |
The woman' s like the tide | |
She comes and goes | |
She knows the things that I can just suppose. | |
And the time I spend in sorrow | |
Will match the time that she laughs | |
And the songs I sing cannot explain but half. |
Lyrics: Dan Fogelberg Music: Dan Fogelberg | |
The woman' s like the night | |
She comes and goes | |
She breaks my heart each day | |
And never knows, | |
And the time I spend in sorrow | |
Will match the time I live | |
And the time that' s left is | |
All I have to give. | |
The woman' s like an ivy on a pole | |
She wraps her twisted love around my soul | |
There will come a sudden winter | |
When she' ll seek the warmth of day | |
And there' ll come a time when she will come to stay. | |
The woman' s like the tide | |
She comes and goes | |
She knows the things that I can just suppose. | |
And the time I spend in sorrow | |
Will match the time that she laughs | |
And the songs I sing cannot explain but half. |