(written by Townes van Zandt) Strange to see, the sun don´t shine today But I ain´t in the mood for sunshine anyway Maybe I´ll go insane, got to stop the pain Maybe I´ll go down to see Kathleen
Swallow comes, tells me her dreams Says she´d like to know just what they mean Feel like I could die as I watch her flying by Riding the north wind down to see Kathleen
Stars hang high with the ocean roar The moon has come to lead me to a door It´s crystal `cross the sand, the waves they take my hand Soon I´m gonna see my sweet Kathleen Soon I´m gonna see my sweet Kathleen