Top Songs By Leonard Cohen
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leonard Cohen
Vocals
Roscoe Beck
Bass
Sharon Robinson
Vocals
Neil Larsen
Keyboards
Rafael Gayol
Drums
Mitch Watkins
Guitar
Javier Mas
Guitar
Alex Bublitchi
Violin
Charley Webb
Vocals
Hattie Webb
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Songwriter
Sharon Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Sanders
Producer
Mark Vreeken
Recording Engineer
Naomi Scully
Mixing Engineer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Robert Hadley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Baby, I've been waiting
I've been waiting night and day
I didn't see the time
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
I do believe you sent me some
But i was waiting for the miracle
For the miracle to come
I know you really loved me
But, you see, my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you
It must have hurt your pride
To have to stand beneath my window
With your bugle and your drum
And me I'm up there waiting for the miracle
For the miracle to come
You wouldn't like it baby
Oh know you wouldn't like it here
There is not much entertainment
And the critics are severe
The Maestro says it's Mozart
But it sounds like bubble gum
When you're waiting for the miracle
For the miracle to come
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do
I haven't been this happy
Since the end of world war two
There's nothing left to do
When you know that you've been taken
Nothing left to do
When you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
When you've got to go on waiting
Waiting for the miracle to come
I dreamed about you, baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
But some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
From your fingers and your thumb
And you were waiting for the miracle
For the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married
We've been alone too long
Let's be alone together
Let's see if we're that strong
Let's do something crazy
Something absolutely wrong
While we're waiting for the miracle
For the miracle to come
Nothing left to do when you know get you've been taken
Nothing left to do when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do when you got to go on waiting
(Waiting for the miracle to come)
When you've fallen on the highway
And you're lying in the rain
And they ask you how you're doing
Of course you'll say you can't complain
If you're squeezed for information
That's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
Written by: Leonard Cohen, Sharon Robinson