Текст: Alan Charles Stewart. Before The Sun.

it's not what you imagine that's put furrows on my brow

it's not who I am but what I am that counts

I've got to do some thinking we've both said enough for now

I don't know what's wrong but I sure don't know what's right



CHORUS

but to you I believe it's right to say

that I'll be up up and on my way

before the sun

has overlooked your window sill



you may say I'm a crusader with a cause that's undefined

yet I must face another battle in this war

I smile 'cause I'm no fighter then I turn and look behind

but the past won't ever hold an open door



CHORUS 2

and to you there's one more thing to say

that you must wait while I must fly away

before the sun

has overlooked your window sill




BRIDGE

they're telling tales in the highest quarters

'bout faith and blood and glory

just a little more oil on troubled waters

it's the same old story



footsteps in the darkness just before the light of dawn

some lines I read still running round my mind

'for I have promises to keep miles to go before I sleep'

but who's to know the answers I will find



CHORUS 3

yes and there's so much more to say

but we will wait 'cause I must fly away

before the sun

has overlooked your window sill



lyrics and music © 1969 and 2005 Alan Charles Stewart