1969 version: 2001 version: That girl at the far side of the bar That girl at the far side of the bar Waves the smoke of cigarettes away Waves the smoke of cigarettes away And in a flash you know exactly where you are And in a flash you know exactly where you are At the bus-stop in the mist of early morning At the bus-stop in the mist of early morning By the empty timber sheds beside the bay By the empty timber sheds beside the bay And all those little kids are deaf and dumb And all those little kids are deaf and dumb Who line the gravelled footway after school Who line the gravelled footway after school But the splash of every stone in the canal But the splash of every stone in the canal Rebuilds for you the echoing aquarium Rebuilds for you the echoing aquarium Where stingrays carried pennies round the pool Where stingrays carried pennies round the pool And echoes coming back like this remind you And echoes coming back like this remind you How much lies behind you How much lies behind you Solemn discs that slide from clouds of years Dust-encrusted discs that slide from clouds of years And then they blind you And then they blind you Water over dams returning near as tears The ties that bind you When lost things find you And those ski-gloves fresh from drying by the fire Those ski-gloves fresh from drying by the fire Seem suddenly to hold a warmth that reaches Seem suddenly to hold a warmth that reaches From the back seat of a car, hot with the sun From the back seat of a car, hot with the sun On the highway running north beside the beaches On the highway running north beside the beaches One summer on the far side of the world One summer on the far side of the world And echoes coming back like this remind you And that market-going grandmother who sighs How much lies behind you And turns her collar up against the rain Dust-encrusted discs that slide from clouds of years Would be scandalised to know she recreates And then they blind you As beautifully clear as when it happened The ties that bind you The first girl who ever woke before your eyes And that market-going grandmother who sighs And echoes coming back like this remind you And turns her collar up against the rain How much lies behind you Would be scandalised to know she recreates Solemn discs that slide from clouds of years As mountain-river clear as when it happened And then they blind you The first girl who ever woke before your eyes Water over dams returning near as tears When lost things find you And echoes coming back like this remind you How much lies behind you The ties that bind you Water over dams returning near as tears The ties that bind you When lost things find you The ties that bind you The ties that bind you
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