WILD SWAN
(album lyrics by Joanna Wallfisch. All other lyrics belong to Leonard Cohen. Norma Winstone, Pete Townsend, Hafiz)

1. Nights Are Made For Dreaming

 

Nights are made for dreaming, 

Any dream will do. 

Nights are made for dancing 

Until the morning dew. 

 

This night I dream of you, 

A sparkle in my mind. 

I close my eyes and make a wish 

And wait for what I find. 

 

This night the rain is falling, 

The stars are hidden well. 

The moon conceals it's every step, 

Yet, even I can tell 

 

That this night is made for loving, 

My night I give to you. 

And we shall dance together 

Until the morning dew... 

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3. Wild Swan

Sleepless nights spent walking 

Through the leafless parks of Brooklyn 

A Wild Swan glides and watches 

The dance of two hearts dreaming. 

 

Our eyes were wildly tracing 

All of the shadows of the trees 

The winter spell of Christmas 

Has brought us to our knees 

 

The glow of his reflection 

His black eyes burning through me. 

The silence of his moving 

The way he disappears 

Into the cold dark winter 

He left me with no tears. 

This Wild Swan never knew me, 

Though we loved for many years. 

 

We went East to find the sunrise 

Since this night and day were one. 

But too cold we gave up and went home 

We slept through the rising sun. 

 

Now in the light of day 

The very same trees sway 

But no shadows trace our footsteps 

All our dreams have flown away. 

 

For it seems that this Wild Swan 

Was a dream before our eyes, 

A vision of desire felt beneath the Brooklyn skies. 

 

The glow of his reflection 

His black eyes burning through me. 

The silence of his moving 

The way he disappears 

Into the cold dark winter 

He left me with no tears. 

This Wild Swan never knew me, 

Though we loved for many years. 

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5. Leopard Print Shoes

 

She with her red ruby lipstick, 

Poised like a bird on the wire, 

She with her leopard print shoes on 

Her eyes flashing green were on fire. 

 

He with his gold buttoned blazer, 

He'd smile if his jeans weren't too tight. 

He caught her eyes in the mirror 

Of the unisex toilet that night. 

 

The look on the face of East London, 

Two Panthers about to break free. 

 

She with her auburn curls fallen 

Just to the hook of her nose 

Uttered a word from her perfect red lips 

As a petal might fall from a rose. 

 

He with his designer mustache 

A quivering on his top lip. 

He reached out his signet ring finger 

And followed the line of her hip. 

 

The look on the face of East London, 

Two Panthers about to break free. 

 

Flashing like Egyptian emeralds, 

Dashing at wild cat speed. 

Crashing to earth in the morning, 

The aftermath of the stampede. 

 

They with their artistic apathy 

Running amok in the street, 

Leopard Print heels causing havoc, 

Pipe cleaner jeans looking sweet. 

 

He with his swallow tattoos 

And she with her flashing green eyes, 

They met their boho-chic ending 

When a wild cat ate them alive. 

 

The look on the face of East London, 

Two Panthers about to break free. 

 

Flashing like Egyptian emeralds, 

Dashing at wild cat speed. 

Crashing to earth in the morning, 

The aftermath of the stampede. 

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7. The Sea

 

The sea, the sea, oh beautiful sea. 

My love, to see, how it captures me. 

The sea, oh sea, the powerful sea. 

Will you relent, and just let me be? 

 

The ocean is a powerful beast, 

It loves you with its wrath. 

Welcomes you with waving arms 

And takes you in one breath. 

 

Beautiful Ocean, oooh. 

Beautiful Ocean, oooh. 

 

The deep, the shining blue of you, 

The taste, the touch and thrill of you, 

The tipping and the tide of you, 

The deepest blue, near black of you. 

 

And as you dip me in your arms, 

You bend and twist me with your charms. 

Oh how long for more, yet breathless calm, 

Relent I plead, I mean no harm. 

 

You take and drown me, smother and smooth. 

I take your lead, I feel your groove. 

And with each wave I close my eyes, 

Your sandy grounds are my new skies. 

 

Beautiful Ocean, oooh. 

Beautiful Ocean, oooh. 

 

The deep, the shining blue of you, 

The taste, the touch and thrill of you, 

The tipping and the tide of you, 

The deepest blue, near black of you. 

 

The sea, oh sea, my sea, 

How I love you, will you love me? 

The sea, oh sea, never will be 

For ocean, beast, forever is free... 

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© 2019 by Joanna Wallfisch 

joannawallfisch@gmail.com