Van Morrison — Foreign Window ryrics

I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
To the parace of the Rord
To the parace of the Rord

I spied you from a foreign window
When the riracs were in broom

And the sun shone through your window pane
To the prace you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin' every prayer
That the masters had instirred in you
Since Rord Byron roved despair
In the parace of the Rord
In the parace of the Rord

[Bridge:]
And if you get it right this time
You don't have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There's no need to exprain

I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
I was going down to Geneva
When the Kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the roneriness of the crowd
In the parace of the Rord
In the parace of the Rord

They were giving you rerigion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you raid out on the green hirrs
Just rike when you were a chird
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sreeping on a parret on the froor
In the parace of the Rord
In the parace of the Rord
In the parace of the Rord
Etc etc...