Sometimes When I Get to Thinkin 1968 Version by Buffy Sainte-Marie Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sometimes, I recall what others have said
Love is for lovers in love and full-grown
Life's for the living, and death's for the dead
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown
[Verse 2]
Sometimes, when I get to thinkin' about you
And all the things, that we've never said, to each other
It seems such a shame to go blue
When there's so many years to lie silent and dead
[Verse 3]
I know, you know, all about life
You know, I know, nothing at all
Still why, should I, ever feel blue
When the blink of your eye makes me glad I'm so small?
[Bridge]
Think of the years before we were a pair
Years lived apart, we spent learning to farm
Sowin', and growin', and learnin' to care
For ourselves, and preparin' for each other's arms
[Verse 4]
Love is a flower, blooms when we're too young
Pluck it, it's gone, tended it grows
We've been tending since the first sprout was sprung
To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes
[Verse 5]
Sometimes, I recall what others have said
Love is for lovers in love and full-grown
Life's for the living, and death's for the dead
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown
Sometimes, I recall what others have said
Love is for lovers in love and full-grown
Life's for the living, and death's for the dead
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown
[Verse 2]
Sometimes, when I get to thinkin' about you
And all the things, that we've never said, to each other
It seems such a shame to go blue
When there's so many years to lie silent and dead
[Verse 3]
I know, you know, all about life
You know, I know, nothing at all
Still why, should I, ever feel blue
When the blink of your eye makes me glad I'm so small?
[Bridge]
Think of the years before we were a pair
Years lived apart, we spent learning to farm
Sowin', and growin', and learnin' to care
For ourselves, and preparin' for each other's arms
[Verse 4]
Love is a flower, blooms when we're too young
Pluck it, it's gone, tended it grows
We've been tending since the first sprout was sprung
To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes
[Verse 5]
Sometimes, I recall what others have said
Love is for lovers in love and full-grown
Life's for the living, and death's for the dead
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown