Small Faces
the autumn stone
Marriott
I was nowhere, til you changed my mind.
Love is sent through being good to you.
Then you were somewhere, Somewhere hard to find
Only what you always were, it's true.
I'm looking for an open door, where I can sit and play in peace and quiet.
Tomorrow changes.
Fields of green today,
Yesterday is dead, but not my memory.
We were strangers.
And then you came to stay,
The sweetest spring old morning sings to me.
So now I've found a living sound,
That moves, that breathes, and then makes love to me.
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- The Decca Years 1965-1967
- The Decca Years
- Miscellaneous
- There Are But Four Small Faces
- The Immediate Years CD 1
- All or Nothing (Remastered)
- The Immediate Years (Disc Two)
- The Anthology 1965-1967
- From the Beginning (Remastered)
- The Decca Anthology (1965-1967)
- The Best Of
- The Very Best Of CD1
- Mojo: Small Faces & Friends
- The Legendary Majik Mijits
- The Very Best of the Small Faces, Vol. 1
- Small Faces
- Small Faces (Deluxe Edition)
- From the Beginning
- From the Beginning (Deluxe Edition)
- Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake