When I Was Yours

Emmylou Harris

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When I Was Yours recorded by Emmylou Harris written by Paul Kennerley and Emmylou Harris Capo 3 In a lonely room waiting for the night to fall I hear your voice in every whip-poor-will that calls And it takes me back to a better place and a sweeter time When I was yours and you were mine As the shadows fall and the light grows dim I see your face I Close my eyes and feel the warmth of your embrace As I long for you and for all those days when hearts entwined When I was yours and you were mine When I was yours and you were mine A truer love in Caroline Ever waltzed across these hills and danced beneath the stars Life was sweeter than the flowers blooming on the vines When I was yours and you were mine So I lay my head On a pillow soft and stained with tears I cry for you through all the long and lonely years But when I dream till the morning suns comes to shine Then I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine Yes I will go back to a better place and a sweeter time When I was yours and you were m-i-n-e

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Cette chanson évoque la nostalgie d'un amour passé, où chaque moment partagé semble précieux et inoubliable. L’artiste se trouve dans une solitude délicate, repensant à des instants heureux où les cœurs étaient unis, au sein d’un cadre pittoresque. La voix de l’être aimé résonne encore dans son esprit, et même si le temps a filé, l’espoir d’un retrouvailles enchante son sommeil. On sent une profonde mélancolie face à l’absence, mais aussi une douce rêverie qui l'accompagne dans ses pensées. Les souvenirs heureux sont comparés à un refuge, une époque où tout semblait plus beau et tournait autour de l'amour partagé. La simplicité de ces souvenirs renforce le sentiment d’un bonheur perdu, tout en gardant vivante l'aspiration d’y retourner, ne serait-ce qu’en rêve.

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