JACKSON BROWNE 1972

Jamaica Say You WillA Child In These HillsSong For AdamDoctor My EyesFrom SilverlakeSomething FineUnder The Falling SkyLooking Into You | Rock Me On The Water | My Opening Farewell

Jamaica Say You Will

Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well
As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell
Hiding from the children so they would not tell
We would stay there til her sister rang the evening bell

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill
These empty hours, say you will
Come again tomorrow

The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas
She would stare across the water from the trees
Last time he was home he held her on his knees
And said the next time they would sail away, just where they please

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way
To fill these lifeless sails and stay until
My ships can find the sea

Jamaica was a sweet young one, I loved her true
She was a comfort and a mercy thru and thru
Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew
They had brought her things down to the bay, what could I do?

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill
These sails and we will sail until
Our waters have run dry

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
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A Child In These Hills

I am a child in these hills
I am away I am alone
I am a child in these hills
I'm looking for water and looking for life
Who will show me the river and ask me my name?
Is there nobody here to do that?

Well I have come to these hills
I will come to the river
As I choose to be gone from the house of my father

I am a child in these hills
I am a child
Chased from the gates of the city
Where no one had touched me
I am away, I am alone
I am a child in these hills
I'm looking for water and looking for life
Who will show me the river and ask my name?
Is there nobody here to do that?

I have come to these hills
I will come to the river
As I choose to be gone from the house of my father
I am a child in these hills
I am a child

Words & music by Jackson Browne
Open Window Music ASCAP, Criterion ASCAP
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Song For Adam

Tho' Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well
He was alone into his distance, he was deep into his well
I could guess what he was laughing at but I couldn't really tell
Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I'm thinking that he fell

Together went traveling as we received the call
His destination, India, and I had none at all
I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall
So free of fear we never thought that one of us might fall

I sit before my only candle
But it's so little light to find my way
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle in a way
I guess I'll get there but I wouldn't say for sure

When we parted we were laughing still as our good-byes were said
And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led
Except for once in someone else's letter that I read
Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead

I sit before my only candle
Like a pilgrim sits beside the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song that's growing fainter the harder I play
But I fear before the end I'll fade away
But I guess I'll get there but I wouldn't say for sure

Tho' Adam was a friend of mine I did not know him long
And when I stood myself beside him I never thought I was as strong
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
Well I'm not the one to say I know but I'm hoping he was wrong

I'm holding out my only candle
Tho' it's so little light to find my way
Now this story's been laid beneath my candle
And it's short every hour as it reaches for the day
Yes I feel just like a candle in a way
I hope I get there but I never pray

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
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Doctor My Eyes

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise
To leave them open for so long?

As I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
Ive been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That its later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if its too late for me

Doctor, my eyes
They cannot see the sky
Is this the prize
For having learned how not to cry?

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP

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From Silverlake

Did you see our brother?
He was here the other day
But he only came to say that he was leaving

Did you gee his lady
She was looking where he'd gone
But she wasn't letting on that she was grieving

She's bound to go
Perhaps she'll find him waiting for his boat
In some city far away
She's bound to go

Lately I remember
Afternoons of smoke and wine
There was nothing we could find but peace and pleasure

And with a smile he told
That he wanted just to be
On his way across the sea no man can measure

He won't be back
And the sun may find him sleeping in the dust
Of some ruin far away
He won't be back

Early today as watched while the skyline was shaking
I heard a rumbling
Early today the mechanical city was waking
And I ran out stumbling
Mumbling out thru the laughter of children and dogs

Did you see our brother?
He was here the other day
But he only came to say that he can't breathe here

Did you see his lady?
She was reaching for his hand
Just as if to tell her man that she can't either

They're bound to go
The sun may find me running after them
Seeing something far away
We won't be back

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
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Something Fine

The papers lie there helplessly
In a pile outside the door
I've tried and tried, but I just can't remember what they're for
The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve
Ah, that's much too old a story to believe

And you know that it's taken its share of me
Even though you take such good care of me
Now you say "Morocco" and that makes me smile
I haven't seen Morocco in a long, long while
The dreams are rolling down across the places in my mind
And I've just had a taste of something fine

The future hides and the past just slides
England lies between
Floating in a silver mist so cold and so clean
California's shaking like an angry child will
Who has asked for love and is unanswered still

And you know that I'm looking back carefully
'Cause I know that there's still something there for me
But you said "Morocco" and you made me smile
And it hasn't been that easy for a long, long while
And looking back into your eyes I saw them really shine
Giving me a taste of something fine
Something fine

Now if you see Morocco I know you'll go in style
I may not see Morocco for a little while
But while you're there I was hoping you might keep it in your mind
To save me just a taste of something fine

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP

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Under The Falling Sky

Warm and lovely mystery, fire smiling through
Before this moment fades away I want to know you
I've got lightning in my pocket, thunder in my shoe
Have no fear I've got something here I want to show you

Low, under the falling sky
Easily we will lie
While I bring it to you

It's a low road, a high wire going from me to you
And In your eyes the distance left is closing
I've got a feeling in my oceans
Blood underneath my skin
That in your bright fields this prison is opening

Low, under the falling sky
Easily we will lie
While I bring it to you

Our shadows wake each day though they don't know why
They hope and try -- live and die
So leave them in their frozen world
Come and be my lover
If only for one stolen moment
We will live forever

Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir?
Voices can no longer hold my desire
Abandon your sad history and meet me in the fire
Our angels wait to take us higher and higher
Higher and higher

Low, under the falling sky
Easily we will lie
While I bring it to you

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
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Looking Into You

Well I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
I've come to see where my beginnings have gone

Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
And the music could be heard at the door
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
Asked if I came very far
And when my silence replied they took me inside
Where their children sat playing on the floor

Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
And it left me so warm and so high
But as I stepped back outside to the gray morning sun
I heard that highway whisper and sigh
Are you ready to fly?

And I looked into the faces all passing by
It's an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
It's a hotel at best, you're here as a guest
You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest

Well I looked into the dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you

The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own

Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music will never touch the beauty that I've seen
Looking into you - and that's true

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
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Rock Me On The Water

Oh people, look around you,
the signs are everywhere
Youve left it for somebody other than you
to be the one to care
Youre lost inside your houses,
theres no time to find you now
Your walls are burning
and your towers are turning
Im going to leave you here
and try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls,
every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go,
but theyll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
thats going to pull them thru somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are gonna
rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister, will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water
Ill get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you
its there your hope must lie
Theres a seabird above you,
gliding in one place, like Jesus in the sky
We all must do the best we can
and then hang on to that gospel plow
When my life is over
Im going to stand before the Father
But the sisters of the sun are gonna
rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister, will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water, maybe Ill remember
Maybe Ill remember how

Rock me on the water
The wind is with me now
So rock me on the water
Ill get down to the sea somehow

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP

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My Opening Farewell

The lady stands before an open window
Staring so far away
She can almost feel the summer wind blow
Almost touching her restless day

She turns from her window to me
Sad smile, her apology
Sad eyes reaching to the door

Daylight loses to another evening
And still she spares me the word good-bye
And sits along beside me fighting her feelings
Struggles to speak, but in the end, can only cry

Suddenly, it's so hard to find
The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind
So I'm offering these to her as if to be kind
There's a train every day leaving either way
There's a world, you know, there's a way to go
And you'll soon be gone, that's just as well
This is my opening farewell

A child's drawing is left there on the table
And a woman still lying on the floor
I will keep them here if I were able
And lock her safe behind this open door

But suddenly, it's so clear to me
That I asked her to see what she may never see
Ant now my kind words find their way back to me
There's a train every day leaving either way
There's a world, you know, I've got a ways to go
This is my opening farewell

Words & music by Jackson Browne
1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
All Rights Reserved

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