Wild Night by Van Morrison
Monday, November 5th, 2007As you brush your shoes
And stand before the mirror
And you comb your hair
And grab your coat and hat
And you walk, wet streets
Tryin’ to remember
All the wild breezes
In your mem’ry ever.
And ev’rything looks so complete
When you’re walkin’ out on the street
And the wind catches your feet
And sends you flyin’, cryin’
Ooh-wee!
The wild night is calling.
And all the […]
