(lyrics and music by James Seals, 1969)
From the albums SEALS AND CROFTS (1969) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974).
You talk of love in endless riddles, the truth is bent to fit your teeth.
Your ears hear only necessary words and thoughts that make you breathe.
From out of the depths of want you wander, searching for familiar sound.
Of some unsuspecting sorrow, on his way to not be found.
Like a ravel gone unnoticed, 'til the cloth begins to tear.
One small grain of salt in water, at first is not so hard to bear.
Out of an hour or day you're born to play your harp and wear your gown.
Hiding, waiting, for the right one on his way to not be found. Not be found.
Should our paths cross each other I'll keep my eyes fixed on the ground.
I'll keep right on walking past you, rather than to not be found. Not be found, not be found.
To fill one's pipe with dreams of amber, to taste the smoke is ecstacy.
But the one who claims the clouds won't let you know serenity.
Lips that part with sweetened danger, moist with ill and evil sound.
Await their chance to take the stranger to the land of not be found.
Not be found, not be found.Je t'ai dit non,é?° ne voulait rien dire
J'avais encore tré‘£ peur hier
Il me fallait le temps de ré–’lé–?hir
J'é– ais encore bien jeune hier
Mais ne fais pas cette t阾e
Tout ira bien tu le sais
Puisqu'⌦ㄲã¬n la fin,o⌦ã˜n㬸 tu vas
Je vais
I told you no,it meant nothing
I was still very afraid yesterday
I needed some time to think
I was still very young yesterday
But don't do this face
All will be fine you know
Since that at the end,where you go
I go
On part ensemble,ok, c'est d�id⌦ㄲ㬸Tu veux m'emmener loin d'ici
Tout est pré–¢u tu as tout arrang⌦ㄲ㬸Pour demain dans l'apré‘£-midi
J'ai mes parents qui m'attendent
,Ne t'en fais pas je viendrai
Puisque toujours,oÃ