The real folk blues

It's too late to cry I love you
The wind still blowing, my heart still aching


One side of my eyes see tomorrow,
And the other one see yesterday
I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again


Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes

The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real sorrow
It's not bad a life in the muddy river
If life is once

Hopeless hope, and the chance with traps
What is right, or wrong
It's like a both side of a coin


How long I must live till I release?

The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real pleasure
All that glitters is not gold

Yoko Kanno