The Proclaimers - Gentle On My Mind lyrics
[The Proclaimers - Gentle On My Mind lyrics]
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have
Dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will
Not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some
Railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the
Highways come between us
And some other woman's crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears
Of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn
Me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling
Crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a rufflin' coal pile
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and I find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have
Dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will
Not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some
Railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the
Highways come between us
And some other woman's crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears
Of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn
Me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling
Crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a rufflin' coal pile
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and I find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind