On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolor in the rain Dont bother asking for explanations Shell just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesnt give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls Theres a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat Why she looks at you so coolly? And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find whats waiting inside The year of the cat Well morning comes and youre still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And youve thrown away your choice youve lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drumbeat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime youre bound to leave her But for now youre going to stay In the year of the cat Year of the cat Songwriters WOOD, PETER / STEWART, AL Published by Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC Read more: Al Stewart - The Year Of The Cat Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 18:50:04 +0000