Soon Is Slipping Away

Francoise Hardy · One-Nine-Seven-Zero [1970]

(Tony Macaulay)



When crinkled brown leaves of autumn lay soft upon the ground

Waiting for the winter wind to blow them all around

I can hear your last words as you turned across the hill

Grieve you not, the way you do, I'll be home with you, soon



But soon is slipping away my love, like a shadow on a windy sea

I was hoping that I'd hear you say by now, you're coming back to me

Soon is slipping away my sweet and there's still not a word to say

I was hoping that I'd hear you cry my love, you're coming back to stay



Remember summers sapwood that burns now in my grate

With flicker flames that seem to say, unwise you are to wait

I recall your last words as you walked into the sun

Grieve you not, the way you do, I'll be home with you, soon



But soon is slipping away my love, like a shadow on a windy sea

I was hoping that I'd hear you say by now, you're coming back to me

Soon is slipping away my sweet and there's still not a word to say

I was hoping that I'd hear you cry my love, you're coming home to stay.