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7-Tease
Album - 1974 - Debaser id 370038

By Donovan

Sadness is in your eye
Who could have made you cry?
My lullaby
Roll along the sleepy dream, deep
Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Salty tear down your cheek
Drowning the words you speak.
My lullaby can dry your every care
Roll along the sleepy dream, deep
Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Sweet dream, my baby lie
Here in my arms tonight
Don’t cry I’ll hold you tight,
And soothe all your worriy away.


My lullaby can fly you out of there
Roll along the sleepy dream, deep
Roll along the sleepy dream -

Sweet dream, my baby lie
Here in my arms tonight
Don’t cry I’ll hold you tight,
And soothe all your worries away.

Sadness is in your eye
Who could have made you cry?
Sadness is in your eye
Sadness
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Why veil the sun?
Why darken the water?
“Thy will be done” if you think you ought to.

No-one can see you when you’re on your own.
No-one can be you.
Take your time don't hurry;
It's alright don't worry!

You've just begun for to awaken.
Do walk, don't run!
You’re not forsaken.

No-one can free you from your own prison.
No-one can see you…
Take your time, don't hurry!
It's alright, don't worry!

-Instrumental Solo-

It's alright, don't worry!
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On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
And wandered through my puberty as all do.

My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built.
The independent girl in a dark and cruel world
She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".

We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.
She only saw the surface of things before her face
But I was young and argued on for hours.

My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.
Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
So the man worked with his hands up and down the land,
His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.

With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
He once had been a Mason but he never followed through.
Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil
And he read me poetry of visionaries.

I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool
Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.

I was not academic, Art and English neat,
The history of mankind I liked that a bit.
And what was I to do ? The choices they were few,
I done right disgrace to the working classes

I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes
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There is a rapture that my soul desires
There is a something that I cannot name.
I know not after what my soul aspires
Nor guess from when the restless longing came
But ever from my childhood have I felt it
In all things beautiful, in all things gay
And ever has its gentle unseen presence
Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.

It is the melody in all sweet music
In all fair forms it is the hidden grace.
In all I love, a something that escapes me,
Flies by pursuit and ever visits face.
I see it in the woodlands, silver beauty
I feel it in the very breathing of the air.
I stretch my hand to grasp for I can't touch it
When I do, well I know it is not there.

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la la la la

But ever from my childhood have I felt it
In all things beautiful, in all things gay
And ever has its gentle unseen presence
Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.

There is a raptu
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