When You And I Were Young-The Clientele

[ti:When You And I Were Young] [ar:The Clientele] [al:The Violet Hour] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.10]When you and I were young [00:02.67]We would press our white faces from the car [00:09.97]And the rain on the windows would run through the gathering dark [00:15.72]And the lampposts shone and dogs would run into the dying frame [00:20.40]Where the park was glowing dimly through the silence of the lanes [00:25.15]And the radiators hum rose above the falling leaves [00:29.96]Where so fragile and so young you had drifted into sleep [00:34.71] [00:52.24]I’ve been for a walk [00:54.42]And every face I see seems to be mine [01:00.51] [01:09.91]Night-time comes [01:11.71]The birds have flown [01:13.66]A fever glows in every line [01:45.82]I love this season [01:47.89]This weary night [01:50.07]The flint the dreams the silent pines [01:54.52]The eeriness [01:56.45]Is in the feeling [01:58.83]That I have finished everything [02:03.62] [02:21.30]And a child from the school was running back to her car [02:30.37]And her white face cried she was deaf and afraid of the dark [02:36.04]And the whispering house grew still as we stared into the night [02:40.29]In the garden and the lamps and the window’s fading light [02:45.28]And though Christmas was the same we had seen another year [02:49.92]Turning softly through the flames