When The Teardrops Fell - Bert Jansch

Have you not heard the wind

A-crying the blues

He sings every night in my ears

He calls out your name

In cascading harmonies

Saying, «Lover, come back to me»

Free at last to love and leave

Try my hand at anything, baby, I please

Shoot the eight ball

Quit while I’m still out ahead

Pick up the sunshine

Turn her and spin her around in my bed

But the trouble is I do recall

The sweetness of your smile

It was sweeter than life

Sweeter than love free from hate

And I may forget what day it is

May forget who I am

But I’ll never forget when the teardrops fell

Free at last to love and leave

Try my hand at anything, baby, I please

Shoot the eight ball

Quit while I’m still out ahead

Pick up the sunshine

Turn her and spin her around in my bed

Free at last to love and leave

Try my hand at anything, baby, I please

Shoot the eight ball

Quit while I’m still out ahead

Pick up the sunshine

Turn her and spin her around in my bed

He sings every night in my ears

He calls out your name

In cascading harmonies

Saying, «Lover, come back to me»