JACKSON BROWNE 1972 Jamaica Say You Will | A Child In These Hills | Song For Adam | Doctor My Eyes | From Silverlake | Something Fine | Under The Falling Sky | Looking Into You | Rock Me On The Water | My Opening Farewell Jamaica Say You Will Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell Hiding from the children so they would not tell We would stay there ‘til her sister rang the evening bell Jamaica, say you will Help me find a way to fill These empty hours, say you will Come again tomorrow The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas She would stare across the water from the trees Last time he was home he held her on his knees And said the next time they would sail away, just where they please Jamaica, say you will Help me find a way To fill these lifeless sails and stay until My ships can find the sea Jamaica was a sweet young one, I loved her true She was a comfort and a mercy thru and thru Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew They had brought her things down to the bay, what could I do? Jamaica, say you will Help me find a way to fill These sails and we will sail until Our waters have run dry Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved A Child In These Hills I am a child in these hills I am away I am alone I am a child in these hills I'm looking for water and looking for life Who will show me the river and ask me my name? Is there nobody here to do that? Well I have come to these hills I will come to the river As I choose to be gone from the house of my father I am a child in these hills I am a child Chased from the gates of the city Where no one had touched me I am away, I am alone I am a child in these hills I'm looking for water and looking for life Who will show me the river and ask my name? Is there nobody here to do that? I have come to these hills I will come to the river As I choose to be gone from the house of my father I am a child in these hills I am a child Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP, Criterion ASCAP All Rights Reserved Song For Adam Tho' Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well He was alone into his distance, he was deep into his well I could guess what he was laughing at but I couldn't really tell Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I'm thinking that he fell Together went traveling as we received the call His destination, India, and I had none at all I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall So free of fear we never thought that one of us might fall I sit before my only candle But it's so little light to find my way Now this story unfolds before my candle Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day But I feel just like a candle in a way I guess I'll get there but I wouldn't say for sure When we parted we were laughing still as our good-byes were said And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led Except for once in someone else's letter that I read Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead I sit before my only candle Like a pilgrim sits beside the way Now this journey appears before my candle As a song that's growing fainter the harder I play But I fear before the end I'll fade away But I guess I'll get there but I wouldn't say for sure Tho' Adam was a friend of mine I did not know him long And when I stood myself beside him I never thought I was as strong Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song Well I'm not the one to say I know but I'm hoping he was wrong I'm holding out my only candle Tho' it's so little light to find my way Now this story's been laid beneath my candle And it's short every hour as it reaches for the day Yes I feel just like a candle in a way I hope I get there but I never pray Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved Doctor My Eyes Doctor, my eyes have seen the years And the slow parade of fears without crying Now I want to understand I have done all that I could To see the evil and the good without hiding You must help me if you can Doctor, my eyes Tell me what is wrong Was I unwise To leave them open for so long? As I have wandered through this world And as each moment has unfurled I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams People go just where they will I never noticed them until I got this feeling That it’s later than it seems Doctor, my eyes Tell me what you see I hear their cries Just say if it’s too late for me Doctor, my eyes They cannot see the sky Is this the prize For having learned how not to cry? Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP From Silverlake Did you see our brother? He was here the other day But he only came to say that he was leaving Did you gee his lady She was looking where he'd gone But she wasn't letting on that she was grieving She's bound to go Perhaps she'll find him waiting for his boat In some city far away She's bound to go Lately I remember Afternoons of smoke and wine There was nothing we could find but peace and pleasure And with a smile he told That he wanted just to be On his way across the sea no man can measure He won't be back And the sun may find him sleeping in the dust Of some ruin far away He won't be back Early today as watched while the skyline was shaking I heard a rumbling Early today the mechanical city was waking And I ran out stumbling Mumbling out thru the laughter of children and dogs Did you see our brother? He was here the other day But he only came to say that he can't breathe here Did you see his lady? She was reaching for his hand Just as if to tell her man that she can't either They're bound to go The sun may find me running after them Seeing something far away We won't be back Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved Something Fine The papers lie there helplessly In a pile outside the door I've tried and tried, but I just can't remember what they're for The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve Ah, that's much too old a story to believe And you know that it's taken its share of me Even though you take such good care of me Now you say "Morocco" and that makes me smile I haven't seen Morocco in a long, long while The dreams are rolling down across the places in my mind And I've just had a taste of something fine The future hides and the past just slides England lies between Floating in a silver mist so cold and so clean California's shaking like an angry child will Who has asked for love and is unanswered still And you know that I'm looking back carefully 'Cause I know that there's still something there for me But you said "Morocco" and you made me smile And it hasn't been that easy for a long, long while And looking back into your eyes I saw them really shine Giving me a taste of something fine Something fine Now if you see Morocco I know you'll go in style I may not see Morocco for a little while But while you're there I was hoping you might keep it in your mind To save me just a taste of something fine Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP Under The Falling Sky Warm and lovely mystery, fire smiling through Before this moment fades away I want to know you I've got lightning in my pocket, thunder in my shoe Have no fear I've got something here I want to show you Low, under the falling sky Easily we will lie While I bring it to you It's a low road, a high wire going from me to you And In your eyes the distance left is closing I've got a feeling in my oceans Blood underneath my skin That in your bright fields this prison is opening Low, under the falling sky Easily we will lie While I bring it to you Our shadows wake each day though they don't know why They hope and try -- live and die So leave them in their frozen world Come and be my lover If only for one stolen moment We will live forever Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir? Voices can no longer hold my desire Abandon your sad history and meet me in the fire Our angels wait to take us higher and higher Higher and higher Low, under the falling sky Easily we will lie While I bring it to you Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved Looking Into You Well I looked into a house I once lived in Around the time I first went on my own When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of And my friends and I were one Now the distance is done and the search has begun I've come to see where my beginnings have gone Oh the walls and the windows were still standing And the music could be heard at the door Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions Asked if I came very far And when my silence replied they took me inside Where their children sat playing on the floor Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on And it left me so warm and so high But as I stepped back outside to the gray morning sun I heard that highway whisper and sigh Are you ready to fly? And I looked into the faces all passing by It's an ocean that will never be filled And the house that grows older and finally crumbles That even love cannot rebuild It's a hotel at best, you're here as a guest You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest Well I looked into the dream of the millions That one day the search will be through Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions Looking into you The great song traveler passed through here And he opened my eyes to the view And I was among those who called him a prophet And I asked him what was true Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone Now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own Well I looked into the sky for my anthem And the words and the music came through But words and music will never touch the beauty that I've seen Looking into you - and that's true Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved Rock Me On The Water Oh people, look around you, the signs are everywhere You’ve left it for somebody other than you to be the one to care You’re lost inside your houses, there’s no time to find you now Your walls are burning and your towers are turning I’m going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow The road is filled with homeless souls, every woman, child and man Who have no idea where they will go, but they’ll help you if they can Now everyone must have some thought that’s going to pull them thru somehow Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter But the sisters of the sun are gonna rock me on the water now Rock me on the water Sister, will you soothe my fevered brow Rock me on the water I’ll get down to the sea somehow Oh people, look among you it’s there your hope must lie There’s a seabird above you, gliding in one place, like Jesus in the sky We all must do the best we can and then hang on to that gospel plow When my life is over I’m going to stand before the Father But the sisters of the sun are gonna rock me on the water now Rock me on the water Sister, will you soothe my fevered brow Rock me on the water, maybe I’ll remember Maybe I’ll remember how Rock me on the water The wind is with me now So rock me on the water I’ll get down to the sea somehow Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP My Opening Farewell The lady stands before an open window Staring so far away She can almost feel the summer wind blow Almost touching her restless day She turns from her window to me Sad smile, her apology Sad eyes reaching to the door Daylight loses to another evening And still she spares me the word good-bye And sits along beside me fighting her feelings Struggles to speak, but in the end, can only cry Suddenly, it's so hard to find The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind So I'm offering these to her as if to be kind There's a train every day leaving either way There's a world, you know, there's a way to go And you'll soon be gone, that's just as well This is my opening farewell A child's drawing is left there on the table And a woman still lying on the floor I will keep them here if I were able And lock her safe behind this open door But suddenly, it's so clear to me That I asked her to see what she may never see Ant now my kind words find their way back to me There's a train every day leaving either way There's a world, you know, I've got a ways to go This is my opening farewell Words & music by Jackson Browne © 1971 Open Window Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved