Al Stewart – Songs Out Of Clay (Guitar)

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"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said, “for you make your songs out of clay.

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You carry the dust on your hands and your face, you never quite brushed it away

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You were trying to chisel a perfect truth, when the instrument broke in your hand

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Now you seat all alone on the greenhouse roof, with your shoes full of sand“.

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And the golden rays of the sun divide In the slanting mists of the rain. And Maggie, is on the road again

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"Oh I know that you are a sailor" she said, "Till you came too close to the shore.

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And like any shipwrecked sailor now, you live by an open door

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And when evening sails in the masts of the trees, your feet seem to slip on the ground

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And you long for the little ship In which you can safely drown"

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And the silver mounds of the waves divide at the feet of the wind and the rain.

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And Maggie, is far at the sea again

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"Oh I know that you are an outlaw" she said, “and you robbed both the rich and the poor.

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Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary, but you keep one eye on the door

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And you press my hand in the dead of the night, and say I can heal all your wounds

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In the morning your eyes just look hunted again, you'll be leaving soon"

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And the silver, rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain.

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And Maggie, is on the prowl again

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"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said, “for you make your songs out of clay.

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You carry the dust on your hands and your face, you never quite brushed it away

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And you work with your back to an open door, while the light is beginning to fade

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And the windows are liquid the sky is alive, and the night is jade“

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And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain

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And Maggie, is  on the road again.

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And the silver rays of the moon divide at the feet of the wind and the rain.

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And Maggie, I'm at your door again