Across the Border

Tonight my bag is packed
Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks
That will lead me across the border

Tomorrow my love and I
Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
Somewhere across the border

We'll leave behind my dear
The pain and sadness we found here
And we'll drink from the Bravo's muddy waters

Where the sky grows grey and white
We'll meet on the other side
There across the border

For you I'll build a house
High up on a grassy hill
Somewhere across the border

Where pain and memory
Pain and memory have been stilled
There across the border

And sweet blossoms fills the air
Pastures of gold and green
Roll down into cool clear waters

And in your arms 'neath the open skies
I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes
There across the border

Tonight we'll sing the songs
I'll dream of you my corazon
And tomorrow my heart will be strong

And may the saints' blessing and grace
Carry me safely into your arms
There across the border

For what are we
Without hope in our hearts
That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters

And eat the fruit from the vine
I know love and fortune will be mine
Somewhere across the border

Bruce Springsteen
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Kanske något av det bästa Bruce skrivit, så sammanfattande och så sant. Som ett "musikreportage" om alla dem som är på väg mot gränser på jakt efter ett bättre liv, som korsar Rio Bravo, Medelhavet, Östersjön...

Och vad jag lyssnar på medans jag redigerar bilder, nedan en bild från vardagsrummet varifrån musiken just nu strömmar ut...


Ricoh GR-D III Tagen för någon minut sedan, uppladdad direkt från koret via PS.