Folkstudio, 1963

julio 12, 2015

Ivo Bruner (Folkstudio 1963)


julio 12, 2011

Last night I dreamed that I was a child, out where the pines grow wild and tall. I was trying to make it home through the forest, before the darkness falls.

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart will never again, sir, tear us from each other’s hearts. I got dressed, and to that house I did ride from out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light.

My father’s house shines hard and bright. It stands like a beacon calling me in the night. Calling and calling, so cold and alone, shining `cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned.

B. Springsteen