Van Morrison & Bob Dylan in Athens
Author: Van Morrison
Guitar and singing: Van Morrison
Guitar, singing & harmonica: Bob Dylan
Foreign Window
I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
You were carryin' your burden
To the palace of the Lord
To the palace of the Lord
To the palace of the Lord
I spied you from a foreign window
When the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
When the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin' every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved despair
You were singin' every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved despair
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
And if you get it right this time
You don't have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There's no need to explain
You don't have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There's no need to explain
I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
I was going down to Geneva
When the kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
When the kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
They were giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
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One Irish Rover
Tell me the story now, now that it's over
Wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
Tell me you're wiser now, tell me you're older
Wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
Wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
Tell me you're wiser now, tell me you're older
Wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
I can tell by the light in your eye
That you're, you're so far away
Like a ship out on the sea
Without a sail you've gone astray
That you're, you're so far away
Like a ship out on the sea
Without a sail you've gone astray
Tell me the facts real straight, don't make me over
Wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
Tell me you'll see the light, tell me you'll know me
Make it come out alright and wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
Wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
Tell me you'll see the light, tell me you'll know me
Make it come out alright and wrap it in glory for one Irish Rover
For one Irish Rover
For one Irish Rover
For one Irish Rover
For one Irish Rover
For one Irish Rover
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