Besedila: Van Morrison. Back On Top. Golden Autumn Day.
Well, I heard the bells ringing
I was thinking about winning
In this God forsaken place
When my confidence was well
Then I tripped and I fell
Right flat on my face
Now I'm standing erect
And I feel like coming back
And the sun is shining gold
Put a smile on my face
Get back in the human race
And get on with the show
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
In the wee midnight hour
I was parking my car
In this dimly lit town
I was attacked by two thugs
Who took me for a mug
And shoved me down on the ground
And they pulled out a knife
And I fought my way up
As they scampered from the scene
Well, this is no New York street
And there's no Bobby on the beat
And things ain't just what they seem
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
Who would think
This could happen in a city like this
Among Blake's green and pleasant hills
And we must remember
As we go through September
Among these dark satanic mills
If there's such a thing as justice
I could take them out and flog them
In the nearest green field
And it might be a lesson
To the bleeders of the system
In this whole society
And I'm taking in, the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending like it's paradise
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
Golden autumn day
I was thinking about winning
In this God forsaken place
When my confidence was well
Then I tripped and I fell
Right flat on my face
Now I'm standing erect
And I feel like coming back
And the sun is shining gold
Put a smile on my face
Get back in the human race
And get on with the show
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
In the wee midnight hour
I was parking my car
In this dimly lit town
I was attacked by two thugs
Who took me for a mug
And shoved me down on the ground
And they pulled out a knife
And I fought my way up
As they scampered from the scene
Well, this is no New York street
And there's no Bobby on the beat
And things ain't just what they seem
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
Who would think
This could happen in a city like this
Among Blake's green and pleasant hills
And we must remember
As we go through September
Among these dark satanic mills
If there's such a thing as justice
I could take them out and flog them
In the nearest green field
And it might be a lesson
To the bleeders of the system
In this whole society
And I'm taking in, the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending like it's paradise
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day
Golden autumn day
Morrison, Van
Back On Top
Morrison, Van
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