All Good Things — текст песни (Jackson Browne)

All good things got to come to an end

The thrills have to fade

Before they come round again

The bills will be paid

And the pleasure will mend

All good things got to come to an end



God I wish I was home

Laying round with my friends

The call of the wild

Caution thrown to the wind

The fall of the child

Where the longing begins

All good things got to come to an end



Like a river flows

Rolling till it ends in the sea

Our pleasure grows

Rolling till it ends in you and me



Now as the dark gathers into the sky

And legions of might go thundering by

Regions of light grow dim and then die

And we with our wings

Wait for morning to fly



Like a river flows

Rolling till it ends in the sea

Our pleasure grows

Rolling till it ends in you and me

Rolling till it ends in you and me

Here where the angels

Have appeared and are gone

Your face like an ember

Glows in the dawn

But I want you to remember

All wild deeds live on

All good times, all good friends



All good things got to come to an end

The thrills have to fade

Before they come round again

The bills will be paid

And the pleasure will mend

All good things got to come to an end



All good times, all good friends

All good things got to come to an end