I gotta say Ahhh-nahhh Hands up Take it all away If I got you then I'll be ok I know, now everybody say If I got you I like it that way Hands up
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart, closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist
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us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge, quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand
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I went out in the world I lived in London town Though I knew that those streets weren't paved with gold I looked up to a man and he never let me down
You don't need to cry You don't need to shout Paint on the front dor Or write in the clouds I had a moments fear That you can put to flight Just reassure
Adieu sweet lovely Nancy Ten thousand times adieu I am bound to cross the ocean To seek for soemthing new Come change your ring with me dear girl Come
The western counties point to the sea I stand unsteady on the shore The ebbing tide drags my steps from under me Now it will carry me once more To trace
I hear the knocking of a clock Look through the pages of my book And realise I havent read one word there Beneath the hills the sun has died The day
We were an hour the wrong side of the Avon When the old van gave up the fight You pulled your bags off the back seat Left me there, walked into the night
I promise you warm nights I promise you long days I promise you summer twilight I promise you soft waves But first we must bear The winter I promise
I woke alone On the edge of this cliff, Where I drift... I drift, I drift, I drift... You're speaking so softly, You're touching my hand, Let's leave
My father found this land in the early sixties And he led me by the hand across the endless fields He made these hills his own Clearing every stone In
glory, leaving broken weathered bones And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage To find the hand
Who's that knocking on the window, Who's that standing at the door, What are all those presents Laying on the kitchen floor? Who is the smiling stranger
There's something underneath my skin no-one can detect It's time to detonate within with maximum effect Lying in some secret place, without warning, without
It's the North Devon winters that drive us all to sea To the cold banks searching for the shoals I am a week away from harbour and the nets are drifting
