"Now And Then" lyrics
"Now And Then"
Go out to brace the summer rain
I look up to the clouds
And in the haze shines your face
The rain comes teeming down
In amongst the breeze I feel you around
I don't know if I cried
The day I heard you died
I was too young to remember the scene
Now and then it hits me hard
And I cannot disregard
The feeling of what could've been
The path was paved for me to walk
Left me with a name
That showed me the way
That music talks
The strings still sound the same
From when you'd play and I would sleep away
I don't know if I cried
The day I heard you died
I was too young to remember the scene
Now and then it hits me hard
And I cannot disregard
The feeling of what could've been
I don't know if I cried
The day I heard you died
I was too young to remember the scene
Now and then it hits me hard
And I cannot disregard
The feeling of what could've been
I don't know if I cried
The day I heard you died
I was too young to remember the scene
Now and then it hits me hard
And I cannot disregard
The feeling of what could've been
Now and then it hits me hard
And I cannot disregard
The feeling of what could've been
Now and then it hits me hard
And I cannot disregard
The feeling of what could've been
Writer(s): Dylan Thomas
- AZLyrics
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- Dylan John Thomas Lyrics
album:
"Dylan John Thomas" (2024)
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