Texty piesní Fairport Convention

Fairport Convention

I Don't Know Where I Stand

Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there

Sunny day, braiding white flowers and leaves in my hair

Picked up a pencil and wrote 'I love you' in my finest

hand

Wanted to send it but I don't know where I stand

Telephone, even the sound of your voice is still new

All alone in Carolina and talking to you

And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that

I had planned

Guess it's too early 'cos I don't know where I stand

Crickets talk, courting their ladies in star-dappled

green

Crickets talk, until the morning comes up like a dream

All muted and misty, so drowsy now, I'll take what sleep

I can

I know that I miss you but I don't know where I stand

Know that I miss you but I don't know where I stand