Cello Song - The Books/José Gonzáles

Written by：Nick Drake

Strange face with your eyes

So pale and sincere

Underneath you know well

You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came to you

When you were young

Told of a life where spring has sprung

You would seem so frail

Cold of the night

When the armies of emotion

Go out to fight

But while the earth

Sinks to its grave

You sail to the sky

On the crest of a wave

So forget this cruel world

Where I belong

I'll just sit and wait

Sing my song

And if one day

You should see me in the crowd

Lend a hand and lift me

To your place into the cloud