Cowboy Junkies - First Recollection текст песни

My first recollection is a day in december

Black iron steam engine covered in ice

Like some precambrian monster

Moaning and snorting

Nothing was ever going to beat that beast

In a fair fight

Ive sat and watched the woodpiles

Grow through the summer

Now Im sitting, smelling summer burn through the fall

Winters coming on, days getting dreary

And Im thinking this is the season

That I leave you all

Ive heard a man in crisis

Falls back on what he knows best,

A murderer to murder

A thief to theft

And I dont want you to think

That this is some kind of deathbed confession

But run is what I did when put to the test

My first recollection is a day in december

747 tracing lines through the sky

Like some old gypsy curse

Silently preying upon the dreams of those

Who jealously watch life pass by

Ive sat and watched my troubles

Pile through the summer

Now Im sitting, hearing my youngest cry

Down the hall

Winters coming on, days getting dreary

And Im thinking this is the season

That I leave you all

Ive heard that the son must bear

The burdens of the father

But its the daughter that is left

To clean up the mess

And I dont want you to think

That Im asking for absolution,

But run is what I did when put to the test