Marianne Faithfull - Alone текст песни

From childhoods hour I have not been

As others were I have not seen

As others saw I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I lovd, I lovd alone.

Then in my childhood in the dawn

Of a most stormy life was drawn

From evry depth of good and ill

To mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolld

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lightning in the sky

As it passd me flying by

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(when the rest of heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.