Текст (слова) песни: John Wesley Harding - The Red Rose And The Briar

Midweek and we reached Scarlet Town
I was almost dying of thirst
We parked the car in some old schoolyard
The windscreen caked in dirt
There was no water in the engine left
No tread upon the tyres
The electrics were broke cos you went mad
You ripped out all the wires
Across the road, a small cafe
In this state of disrepair
You went for papers and a shave
So I saved you a chair
I knew it wasn`t the journey`s end
And that your dream was incomplete
But I just could not stand anymore
I was dead upon my feet
I was dead upon my feet

There`s nothing there in the market square
But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier
I was dead upon my feet
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar

The waitress told me her life story
She`d always meant to up and go
She wiped a cup on her red pinafore
As we waited for you to show
And I told her just a little of you
But left the picture incomplete
You still weren`t there to paint it in person
So I skipped out on the street
I skipped out on the street
The newsagent grinned, he said yes you`d been in
You bought a local paper and some shades
The washroom attendant said that you`d freshened up
That you`d left but you hadn`t paid
And I couldn`t figure out where you were
So I went back just to look near the car
There was nothing there where it should have been
Just oil on dirt and tar
Just oil on dirt and tar

There`s nothing there in the market square
But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier
And there was nothing there where it should have been
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar

I saw it parked way down the street
In a garage off on the right
And a man said `get your hands off son`
I just traded that wreck for a motorbike
There was nothing left of mine inside
Not even the broken radio
And I couldn`t figure out where that left me
So I went back to look for Rose
The Cafe Rouge was a lunchtime rush
Of regulars yelling for food
The service in there left a lot to be desired
And all the regulars were getting rude
I saw an apron thrown over a chair
A note said `hey John we`re gone, we`re gone`
And I just smiled cos I loved you both
So I put the apron on
I put the apron on

There`s nothing there in the market square
But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier
And I just put the apron on
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: John Wesley Harding - The Red Rose And The Briar Midweek and we reached Scarlet Town I was almost dying of thirst We parked the car in some old schoolyard The windscreen caked in dirt There was no water in the engine left No tread upon the tyres The electrics were broke cos you went mad You ripped out all the wires Across the road, a small cafe In this state of disrepair You went for papers and a shave So I saved you a chair I knew it wasn`t the journey`s end And that your dream was incomplete But I just could not stand anymore I was dead upon my feet I was dead upon my feet There`s nothing there in the market square But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier I was dead upon my feet I sing the red rose and the briar I sing the red rose and the briar The waitress told me her life story She`d always meant to up and go She wiped a cup on her red pinafore As we waited for you to show And I told her just a little of you But left the picture incomplete You still weren`t there to paint it in person So I skipped out on the street I skipped out on the street The newsagent grinned, he said yes you`d been in You bought a local paper and some shades The washroom attendant said that you`d freshened up That you`d left but you hadn`t paid And I couldn`t figure out where you were So I went back just to look near the car There was nothing there where it should have been Just oil on dirt and tar Just oil on dirt and tar There`s nothing there in the market square But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier And there was nothing there where it should have been I sing the red rose and the briar I sing the red rose and the briar I saw it parked way down the street In a garage off on the right And a man said `get your hands off son` I just traded that wreck for a motorbike There was nothing left of mine inside Not even the broken radio And I couldn`t figure out where that left me So I went back to look for Rose The Cafe Rouge was a lunchtime rush Of regulars yelling for food The service in there left a lot to be desired And all the regulars were getting rude I saw an apron thrown over a chair A note said `hey John we`re gone, we`re gone` And I just smiled cos I loved you both So I put the apron on I put the apron on There`s nothing there in the market square But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier And I just put the apron on I sing the red rose and the briar I sing the red rose and the briar Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Red Rose And The Briar: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/15808.html Все тексты песен: John Wesley Harding » John Wesley Harding - Kiss/Lover`s Society » John Wesley Harding - The Person You Are » John Wesley Harding - An Audience With You » John Wesley Harding - Our Lady Of The Highways » John Wesley Harding - Skyscrapers in Memphis » John Wesley Harding - The People`s Drug » John Wesley Harding - Where The Bodies Are » John Wesley Harding - William Glenn » John Wesley Harding - I Just Woke Up » John Wesley Harding - When The Sun Comes Out » John Wesley Harding - Window Seat » John Wesley Harding - The Facts of Life » John Wesley Harding - Cathy`s New Clown » John Wesley Harding - The Patron Saint of Losers » John Wesley Harding - Hitlers Tears » John Wesley Harding - Into The Wind » John Wesley Harding - Kill The Messenger » John Wesley Harding - A Fan Speaks » John Wesley Harding - The Brain of Britain » John Wesley Harding - The Original Miss Jesus Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Визбор - Переделкинский вальс » Юрий Телкин - Времена года. Осень » Юрий Визбор - На Красной Площади » Юрий Нестеренко - В полутемной, душной, грязной мансарде мрачный пасынок злой судьбы... » Юрий Карпов - За окном огоньки... » Юта - Славная осень » Юрий Визбор - Сретенский двор » Юрий Устинов - Песня маленького художника » Юрий Визбор, Светлана Богдасарова - Синий перекресток » Юрий Визбор - Удел один » Юрий Панюшкин - Нет житья от алкашей... » Юрий Нестеренко - Последний идиот » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - К Смерти » Юрий Визбор - Горнолыжник » Юрий Белов - Эритрея » Юрий Зыков - Когда душа твоя поет... » Юрий Визбор - Мартыновская Катя » Юрий Никулин - Если б я был султан... » Юта - Имя » Юрий Костров - Любовь, любви, любовью... О любви...
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