Bruce Cockburn piosenki

Somebody touched me Making everything new Somebody touched me I didn't know what to do Burned through my life Like a bolt from the blue Somebody touched me I know it was you Somebody touched me Deep in my bones Turned a key in the hole There was so...

All the days we've been together All the days we've been apart Add up to a bunch of nothing If I'm not still in your heart I never want you to be Just a page in my history Someone I used to love Your voice breathed in my ear Or on the telephone All t...

I'm going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? (CHORUS:) Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Won't somebody tell me Tell me what is the soul of a man? I've travelled dif...

When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day Come snapping at your heels And there's so much coming at you That you don't know how to feel When they've taken all your money And then come back for your clothes When your hands are full of thorns But you can't qu...

When we come when we come again to celebrate renewal at the heart at the heart of us our eyes will touch Life though we may be hard to find, where we stand in time the mirrors of the past shine with the light of unborn days we wander in the flames...

Small windows looking outward show me a sequined sky. rubies shine in my glass of wine. dusk breezes on oiled water paint a pointillist facade. it's ceaselessly shifting world -- like today i'm far away. i see your face behind each time-blurred pane...

Orion's high in the south-west sky -- you're bound to move on and so am i. on this world we've had time to burn -- how come nobody ever seems to learn? see how the starwheel turns. crystal drift on the whistling wind -- constant change is the space we'r...

From Tierra del Fuego to Ungava Bay the history of betrayal continues to today the spirit of Almighty Voice, the ghost of Anna Mae call like thunder from the mountains -- you can hear them say it's a stolen land Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter in Brazil...

I've seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity I've stood in airports guarded glass and chrome Walked rifled roads and l...

Down peppers the rain from a clear blue sky Down trickles a tear on a youthful face Feeling in haste and wondering why Up struggles the sun from a wounded night Out venture our hearts from their silent shrouds Trying to ignite but wondering how We can laugh a...

Drift along hear the gravel crackle butterflies shades of the Eternal Dancer God has buttered the land with sunlight sunlight corn grows high like a tall watusi katydid hums a monotonous tune rather hypnotically hmmmmmm overhead there's a parrot w...

I've been down to parliament, i've been in school i've been in jail to learn the golden rule i've been to the workhouse -- served my time in those hallowed halls the only thing i know is the blues got the world by the balls i've been to the tundra and the...

Big city, Europa, July of 64. It's 5AM. Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic. Car slows beside him as he walks, hubcaps slow revolution, jaundiced looking pockmarked face round and windburn, short greasy black beard. Couple of language stabs, settle on En...

All day the mountains rose behind the veil of smoke from burning fields And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away In my heart I hold your photogra...

You knelt on the carpet Crimson and stained Light trickled over your black dress like rain Your lips were hot My shocked heart screamed And I can't scrape my eyes free of this dream We each occupied the same space/time Matter Antimatter Tangled like...

These shoes have walked some strange streets stranger still to come -- sometimes the prayers of strangers are all that keeps them from trying to stay static, something even death can't do everything is motion -- to the motion be true In this cold comm...

I'm sipping flor de caña and lime juice, it's three a.m. Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass The radio's playing Superchunk and the friends of Dean Martinez Midnight it was bike tires whacking the potholes Milling humans, shivering energy glow Fusin...

There's a broad river winding through this African lowland The moon is held up orange and big See it raise its hand And the last ferry's pulling out with no place left to stand for the mines of Mozambique There's a wealth of amputation waiting in the...

Something jewelled slips away round the next bend with a splash laughing at the hands i hold out only air within their grasp all you can do is praise the razor for the fineness of the slash i see the Rose above the sky opens and the light behind the su...

Isn't it hard To be the one who has to give advice? Isn't it hard To be the strong one? I see the skyline blurred through the plastic on your back screen door Not unlike the faces of the people who keep turning up in the places we go The ones we'd never...