Stories from the Exile

Words, music and arrangements by Vincent Lockhart


Time to Leave
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Stories from the Exile - Time to leave


Time to leave again.
Time to pack my bags and boxes.
Time to journey down
another road again.
But really it's all the same by now
for I'm safe in the cell of my imagination,
behind the bars of this life
that I have chosen,
that I have chosen.
 
I still think of you.
 
I remember when we were young
beneath the trees and the Fintry sun
and I said, "I love you".
And you said, "I don't know.
I don't know where it is I have to go
in life or in love."
And you spoke and we walked
and I listened as you talked
and talked and talked and talked
till I was empty.
 
I still think of you.
 
I watched the rains of Africa
descend with love on the forest hills
in the silence of the evening
at a journey’s end.
I wondered why as the day grew still
my heart was restless
and your memory filled my soul.
Then I heard the old men dreaming
and the children crying,
I held the hand of the weary to comfort the dying
and whispered light into the dark.
 
I still thought of you.
 
Did you hear my heart? Did you hear my heart? Did you hear my heart?
Did you hear my heart? Did you hear my heart? Did you hear my heart?
(Out there beneath the sun and the rain,
from the mountains down to the plains.
During all those years.)
Did you hear my heart? Did you hear my heart? Did you hear my heart?
 
I still think of you.





Background


We live with contradictions, paradoxes, juxtaposed feelings and situations. We contain opposites. Love and resentment, past and present, memories and the demands of the moment, who we are and who we might have been.






Vocal, guitar and strings sequencing: Vincent Lockhart