Paroles de Gorham Mountain
Jan Smith
I travel a lonesome mile. In the meanwhile
The road gets longer
Sometimes the places I see, they become a part of me
Their memory is stronger
Than what is real and I feel
Like maybe I've been blind
To see not what I've got
But what I've left behind
I climbed Gorham Mountain. At the top I started shouting
I ain't never coming down
As the sky turned to black, I decided to go back
Head on into town
Where I had no friend so I went in
Into a friendly bar
I listened round to the sound
Of people being who they are
Every dream I've ever known, I don't think it's my own
It is a hand-me-down
Like the concepts of love, the night sky above
This little tourist town
That lies beneath me as I breathe
And try to find some sense
When the stars can't be defied, because they never even tried
To make a difference
Blueberries grow on Gorham Mountain
They grow wild and they grow sweet
I looked down and I found them
Growing wild right there at my feet
I travel a lonesome mile. In the meanwhile
The road gets longer
Now I'm feeling kind of spent. I'm wondering where it went
This feeling I am strong or
Is it true, you don't have to do
Lord anything at all
But take one step or the other and then another
And get up when you fall
InterprèteJan Smith
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