Gentle On My Mind

Gentle On My Mind - Glen Campbell (格倫·坎貝爾)

It's knowing that your door is always open

And your path is free to walk

That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag

Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled

By forgotten words and bonds

And the ink stains that have dried upon some line

That keeps you in the back roads

By the rivers of my memory

That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy

Planted on their columns now that bind me

Or something that somebody said because

They thought we fit together walking

It's just knowing that the world

Will not be cursing or forgiving

When I walk along some railroad track and find

That you're moving on the back roads

By the rivers of my memory

And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron

In some train yard

My beard a rustling coal pile

And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face

And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind

But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads

By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

You're gentle on my mind