Actress and musician Jessie Buckley performs Emmylou Harris’s Boulder to Birmingham.
Lyrics
I don’t want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there’s life below me But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
And I don’t want to hear a sad story Full of heartbreak and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain In the night and I watched it burn I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Well, you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive And I come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down out on 95
And pretend that it’s the ocean Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby, do you know what I mean?
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face If I thought I could see, I could see your face
‘Hello’ is taken from the new album, 25, out November 20. http://adele.com Available now from iTunes http://smarturl.it/itunes25 …
Lyrics
Hello, it’s me I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet To go over everything They say that time’s supposed to heal ya But I ain’t done much healing
Hello, can you hear me? I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be When we were younger and free I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feetT
here’s such a difference between us And a million miles
Hello from the other side I must’ve called a thousand times To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside At least I can say that I’ve tried To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore
Hello, how are you? It’s so typical of me to talk about myself, I’m sorry I hope that you’re well Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?It’s no secret that the both of us are running out of time
So hello from the other side (Other side) I must’ve called a thousand times (Thousand times) To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (Outside) At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried) To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore
Hello from the other side (Other side) I must’ve called a thousand times (Thousand times) To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (Outside) At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried) To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Actress and musician Jessie Buckley performs Emmylou Harris’s Boulder to Birmingham.
Lyrics
I don’t want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there’s life below me But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
And I don’t want to hear a sad story Full of heartbreak and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain In the night and I watched it burn I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Well, you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive And I come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down out on 95
And pretend that it’s the ocean Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby, do you know what I mean?
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face If I thought I could see, I could see your face
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