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Esther Ofarim Esther Ofarim 1969

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned

I listen for your footsteps Coming up the drive Listen for your footsteps But they don't arrive Waiting for your knock dear On my old front door I don

Go away from my window Go away from my door Go away, way way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I?ll give you back your letters

Through the years I've sailed my ship to you patiently Through the tears I've seen your light ever drawing me Lalalala Port Sunlight Lalalala Port Sunlight

It's a saturday's night at the world I am thinking it's over girl and how useless to search it becomes when you seek all the answers in one. But his

Sometimes in winter I gaze into the streets, And walk through snow and city sleet behind you Sometimes in Winter Forgotten memories remember you behind

I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I'm the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am, you've stared