I remember this one well. I was 12 years old and listening to this on my transistor radio in 1970. This never got any airplay after its initial relase.
Spent 2 hours looking for the lyrics online, couldn't find them so I just wrote them down. Well i thought that i was a strong woman until i met you i belng to living but you took all that i had to give and you called it giving and the war you left inside my heart is like a small child weeping some mornings when i wake up i remember when you used to lie beside me and now i know you only ment to hide me and the war you leftin side my heart is like a plain thats spiriling loving is letting go, i knew i shouldn't try to change you someone in you will always be a stranger and the war you left inside my heart is like a dark wave breaking yes loving is letting go wish to let another grow believeing but letting go that doesn't mean believeing and the war you left inside my heart is only what you really ment by freedom the leaves have fallen off the ____ the colours won't return to him thats empty and i know your love was only ment to tempt me and the war you left inside my heart is like the whole world dying yes i thought that i was a strong woman until i ment you I belong to living but you took all that i had to give and you called it giving and the war you left inside my heart is like a small child weeping
Run,run, run for the roses, the bigger it opens, the sooner it closes. Meddle, meddle, friend of mine, all good things in all good time. Reach for the sun, catch hold of the moon. That ball too heavy, but what can you do. Reach for the stars, smack into the sky. You don't want to live but you're chicken to die. Ohhh, you're chicken to die. Run, run, run for the roses, the bigger it opens the sooner it closes. Meddle, meddle, friend of mine, all good things in all good time. Run for the money, caught short on the rent. Big ideas, but the cash is all spent. The trouble with love is it's on vase. You just want a cup, but you don't want to race. No, you don't want to race. Run,run, run for the roses, the bigger it opens, the sooner it closes. Meddle, meddle, friend of mine, all good things in all good time. Run for the roses, get caught on the briar. You wanted to love, next thing there's a fire. You got the Do Re, I got the Mi. I got the notion we're all at sea. Yes, we're all at sea. Run, run, run for the roses, the bigger it opens, the sooner it closes. Meddle, meddle, friend of mine, all good things in all good time.
The players all knew her well. I was a teenager in those parts in the mid 70's. The vibe was wonderful, great music in the colleges and clubs everywhere.
I heard this first from Valerie June, and her version is electric and totally electrifying. But Gillian wrote this, and on this acoustic version her delivery is deeper, more soulful, lithe and totally authentic. What a great song!
Heard this on my classic rock station this morning. I'd forgotten this one. I just love that radio station. I get to hear almost forgotten tunes from my younger days. ♪♫♫♫♪
