That cold Chicago wind,
Was howling down the street,
The rain has turned to sleet.
If I decide to go,
It will commence to snow.
It's overdue.
Twas on a night like this,
I blew in through your door.
I asked for kindness,
And you gave me that and more.
You tought me how to do,
The things that lovers do,
Like coming through,
And loving you.
I've got my banjo tuned,
But now I've lost the band.
I must have missed the turn,
I never learn it seems.
My music is my dreams.
Tis what I do.
They close the hall,
And put away the microphones.
I'm all alone and I'd lay scratching at the strings,
Then my banjo sings as banjoes often do.
I'm coming through, and loving you.
We heard John Lennon play.
He sang Norwegian Wood.
We thought he hung the moon.
The sunlight on your floor,
You didn't work till four that afternoon.
You took a stranger to an unfamiliar shore,
Another country where he'd never been before.
You taught him how to do the things the lovers do,
Like coming through and loving you.
Like coming through and loving you. |
Thanks to Jiri in the Czech Republic for help in transcribing the lyrics! |