06-17-2003, 01:08 PM
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye - L. Cohen
I loved you in the morning; our kisses sweet and warm
your hair upon the pillow; like a sleepy golden storm.
Yes, many loved before us; I know that we are not new
In city and in forest; they smiled like me and you.
But now it’s come to distances; and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow; hey, that’s no way to say
goodbye.
I’m not looking for another; as I wander in my time
walk me to the corner; our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you; as your love stays with me
it’s just the way it changes; like the shoreline and the sea.
But let’s not talk of love or chains; and things we can’t untie
your eyes are soft with sorrow; hey, that’s no way to say
goodbye.
I loved you in the morning; our kisses deep and warm
your hair upon the pillow; like a sleepy golden storm.
Yes, many loved before us; I know that we are not new
in city and in forest; they smiled like me and you.
But let’s not talk of love or chains; and things we can’t untie
your eyes are soft with sorrow; hey, that’s no way to say
goodbye.
I loved you in the morning; our kisses sweet and warm
your hair upon the pillow; like a sleepy golden storm.
Yes, many loved before us; I know that we are not new
In city and in forest; they smiled like me and you.
But now it’s come to distances; and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow; hey, that’s no way to say
goodbye.
I’m not looking for another; as I wander in my time
walk me to the corner; our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you; as your love stays with me
it’s just the way it changes; like the shoreline and the sea.
But let’s not talk of love or chains; and things we can’t untie
your eyes are soft with sorrow; hey, that’s no way to say
goodbye.
I loved you in the morning; our kisses deep and warm
your hair upon the pillow; like a sleepy golden storm.
Yes, many loved before us; I know that we are not new
in city and in forest; they smiled like me and you.
But let’s not talk of love or chains; and things we can’t untie
your eyes are soft with sorrow; hey, that’s no way to say
goodbye.

