Текст: Wishbone Ash. Errors Of My Way.

(Powell, Turner, Upton, Turner)
Screen Gems Publishing
I didn't know what day it was that day,
Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray.
Looked at myself, and all that I could say
Was,"I think I see the errors of my way".
There in the glass there was something caught my eye,
Although I try through my sighing not to cry.
See where I am, and what I try to say,

Just so I'll look at the errors of my way.
Guess I got no one around to pull me through.
I just need someone to turn to, yes, I do.
Doin' my best just to change my yesterday,
Then I won't have no more errors of my way.