Linnet Woods singing one of her songs and accompanying herself on the guitar.
Written and recorded in a Transit Van in Christchurch, Dorset in 1989
You stir my heart,
like the sight of one lone seagull
flying high.
There is a part of me
longs to see through your eyes.
Those eyes have seen
more than tongue can tell
of pain and pleasure,
Like a mine abandoned
without giving up it's buried treasure.
Along the way, there is a rich mosaic
of every colour.
Picking my way through,
I caught sight of you.
Like a well-known landmark
on an unknown road.
Like a well-known landmark
on an unknown road.
So, at last,
I have the feeling I am coming home.
You are one alone,
yet you alone could stop me going.
Maybe I'll find
this is another road
I have to travel.
Either way, what I say
doesn't alter what is coming.
If I should run away
and find myself
at some great distance,
I will just be looking
for some sign
to lead me back to all this.
For where you are
a part of me will always linger
like a lonely seagull floating
on a passing stream of warm air
Along the way, there is a rich mosaic
of every colour.
Weaving my way through,
I came over you.
Shining like a beacon
on the shore.
You were shining
like a beacon on the shore.
Although right now,
I'm still aching
in so many places,
wakened by your wild embraces,
all too soon
that sweet ache may be gone.
If I could wave a wand
and change the way things are forever,
I would never wave it,
knowing that I'm not that clever.
There is one thing that I would change
to please myself, however,
if I had the choice,
I would not turn from you now, or ever.
Along the way, there is a rich mosaic
of every colour.
All the shades in you,
finding their way through,
lighting up your way
straight through my door.
Lighting up your way
straight through my door.
Although right now,
I'm still aching
in so many places,
wakened by your wild embraces,
all too soon
that sweet ache may be gone.
Along the way, there is a rich mosaic
of every colour.
Weaving my way through,
I came over you.
Shining like a beacon
on the shore.
You were shining
like a beacon on the shore.
There are things I do not say,
you know I feel them anyway.
If tomorrow I'm away,
I will not forget today.
If you want me to remain,
all you have to do is say
and I will find my way
straight to your door.
I will find my way
straight to your door.