Rest Beside Me, Sara Songtext
von Druhá tráva

Rest beside me, Sara
Turn the page, and yield to me
Dew to all under your feet
Including me, Sara

Do you remember, Sara
As we lay in garden grain
And we smoked away our pain
With a cigarette, Sara?

In the breadth of the wheats field
We were pierced by the late yield
As we lay there all alone
In the mist of all being
Confined to one meaning
On that Sunday, so well known


Together, two craven bold
And the seed which was not sown
Just a cigarette, Sara

Ain′t it funny, Sara?
As in the wheat, so long ago
All I have is tobacco
Will you keep it, Sara?

That penitent stranger
Who carries a danger
Of your love, and your peace
In a struggle so hard-earned
To win back your pardon
Let your wrong be upon he
Princess, I'm lost, and cold
If only I could hold
Such a burden, Sara