Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Gentle On My Mind

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

The wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone

I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see, you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from
A gurglin' cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see, you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gently on my mind