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When The Wind Blows Down This Hard

When the wind blows down this hard,
Many a bond is broken.
See the water lie on the ground
From where the heavens opened.

Lord, how will you get through this night
With your dreams departed?
And who alone will comfort you?
Only the broken hearted.

So you’ve gone beyond your means,
Every wound is open,
Your best laid plans are out of reach,
And all your fears unspoken.

Sweet revenge is spoken then;
In the twilight it is gone.
To living lies with no escape,
Lord, I would rather be alone.

I press my fingers to the wood
To tell you of my dreaming,
To sing you songs from olden times,
To keep the love light gleaming.

’cause there’s a place where we can go,
Where we will not be parted.
And who alone will enter there?
Only the broken hearted.

Only the broken, broken hearted.

Eric Clapton


Blogger ParisLondres said...

Beautiful post dear M!

Heartbreaking though. I have friends who lived there and are devastated and I have only been there a couple of times and loved it!


6:40 AM

Blogger actonbell said...

That's perfect.

11:58 AM

Blogger still life said...

This is absolutely dead on. I came earlier and read this and then clicked over immediately to hear the song on limewire...perfect.

8:38 PM

Blogger Atreau said...

My heart just breaks more and more every day.

4:10 PM


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