BRIGHT EYES Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel
Is it a kind of a dre..am.
Floating out on the ti..de.
Following the river up there
Down..stream or is it a dream.
There’s a fog along the hori..zon.
A strang glow in the sky..
And nobody seems to know
where you go.
And what does it mean
Oh.. no or is it a dream ?
Bright eyes.., burning like fire.
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail.
How can the light that burns so brightly.
Suddenly burn so pale.. bright.. eyes.
Is it a kind of sha..dow..
reaching into the ni..ght...
Wondering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream…
there’s a high high wind in the trees.
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