Eugenio Finardi - Four & Twenty lyrics

( Stephen Stills ) Four & twenty years ago I come into this life The son of a woman And a man who lived in strife He was tired o' being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like a devil to be more A different kind of poverty Now upsets me so Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and I want to know Why am I so alone Where is my woman can I bring her home Have I driven her away... is she gone Morning comes, the sunrise And I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty And there's devils in my head I embrace the many coloured beast I grow weary of the torment Can there be no peace And I find myself just wishin' That my life would simply cease