Foreign Window - Van Morrison
    I saw you from a foreign window

    Bearing down the sufferin' road
    You were carryin' your burden
    To the palace of the Lord
    To the palace of the Lord

    I spied you from a foreign window
    When the lilacs were in bloom

    And the sun shone through your window pane
    To the place you kept your books
    You were reading on your sofa
    You were singin' every prayer
    That the masters had instilled in you
    Since Lord Byron loved despair
    In the palace of the Lord
    In the palace of the Lord

    Bridge:
    And if you get it right this time
    You don't have to come back again
    And if you get it right this time
    There's no need to explain

    I saw you from a foreign
    Bearing down the sufferin' road
    You were carryin' your burden
    You were singing about Rimbaud
    I was going down to Geneva
    When the Kingdom had been found
    I was giving you protection
    From the loneliness of the crowd
    In the palace of the Lord
    In the palace of the Lord

    They were giving you religion
    Breaking bread and drinking wine
    And you laid out on the green hills
    Just like when you were a child
    I saw you from a foreign window
    You were trying to find your way back home
    You were carrying your defects
    Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
    In the palace of the Lord
    In the palace of the Lord
    In the palace of the Lord
    Etc etc...

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