My Enemies Have Sweet Voices Songtext

von Al Stewart

I was in a bar called Paradise
When the fiddler from the band
Asked me Why do you stand there crying?
I answered him: Musician, this may come as a surprise
I was trying to split the difference
And it split before my eyes
And my enemies have sweet voices
Their tones are soft and kind
When I hear my heart rejoices
I do not seem to mind

I was playing Brag in Bedlam
And the doctor would not deal
Asking me: Why do you kneel down there bleeding?
I answered him Physician,
I think you would have cried
I was falling back on failure
The failure stepped aside
And my enemies have sweet voices
Their tones are soft and kind
When I hear my heart rejoices
I do not seem to mind

I was blind side to the gutter
And Merlin happened by
Asking me why do you lie down there bleeding?
I answered him Magician, as a matter of a fact
I was jumping to conclusions
And one of them jumped back
And my enemies have sweet voices
Their tones are soft and kind
When I hear my heart rejoices
I do not seem to mind