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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Procol Harum
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gary Brooker
Composition
Keith Reid
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Fisher
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Denny Cordell
Production
Tony Visconti
Production associée
Paroles
For you, whose eyes were opened wide
Whilst mine refused to see
I'm sore in need of saving grace
Be kind and humour me
I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat
Where people speak but seldom meet
And grief and laughter, strange but true
Although they die, they seldom cry
An ode by any other name, yeah
I know might read more sweet
Perhaps the sun will never shine
Upon my field of wheat
But still in closing, let me say
For those too sick, yeah, too sick to see
Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
I wish that one was me
An ode by any other name, yeah
I know might read more sweet
Perhaps the sun will never shine
Upon my field of wheat
But still in closin', let me say
Yeah, for those too sick, too sick to see
Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
I wish that one was me
Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
I wish that someone was me
Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
I wish that someone was me
Writer(s): Matthew Fisher, Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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