The Poet — текст песни (The Barclay James Harvest)

Here I sit watching the day out
No-one beside me who may doubt
All of the words that I could chose to say
So listen, believe, or be gone from this day
I need a friend to walk with me
And sit in the shade of an old tree
To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts
To say nothing much, never tell what I ought
Watching the people pass by now
They just don`t know why or know how
They don`t seem to care about all that I`ve seen
They just walk on by never knowing I`ve been
Sitting up here where I`m wind blown
Only to ask and to be shown
Things that would make you believe what I say
I`ll tell you myself and I`ll show you some day