Vídeo: Sucesso internacional da década de 70: " alone again, naturally
Domingo, 17 de Agosto de 2014
Alone Again, Naturally
Alone again naturally. '
Alone Again, Naturally
In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch,
At a church where people are saying
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining
May as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay.
Looking forward to-
Who wouldn't do- the role I was about to play.
But, as if to knock me down,
Reality came around,
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces.
Leaving me to doubt, talk about God and His mercy,
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need,
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died,
Never wishing to hide the tears.
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man,
She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me,
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally.
If I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch,
At a church where people are saying
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining
May as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay.
Looking forward to-
Who wouldn't do- the role I was about to play.
But, as if to knock me down,
Reality came around,
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces.
Leaving me to doubt, talk about God and His mercy,
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need,
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died,
Never wishing to hide the tears.
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man,
She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me,
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally.
Fonte: Blog Sete Candeeiros Cajá
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