Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

The Son And The Father

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 29.08.2012

I was walking down that road, to the place that was my home,
And the memories of a life go on forever,
Here's the village, here's the sea and here's the place where it began,
When I found myself in the arms of Lady Madonna,
And then I listen for those footsteps, coming down the hall,
A father to his young boy, who was hurting from a fall,
You must have heard me crying, you must have dried my tears,
But you know, I just can't remember, just can't remember,
The son and the father, the son and the father;

Now I'm walking with my boy through the place that is our home,
And the memories of his life are growing forever,
And I'm looking through his eyes at all the wonders of the world,
Then hand in hand we will make this journey together,
And we will talk of men and pirates, and heroes in the dark,
I will tell him of the hungers and the mysteries of the heart,
And I will always hear you crying, I will always dry your tears;

And I pray you'll always remember, always forever,
The son and the father, the son and the father,
The son and the father, the son and the father.


Похожие новости.


We’re Not Gonna Fall

We’re Not Gonna Fall

Its a world full of heartbreak drive by's, They've seen their fair share of hard lives, Looked right into the face of a goodbye, While we walked on the edge of the dark



Ca Vient De Paname

Ca Vient De Paname

shouf mon escorte on bousille les scores, va y avoir du sport, tu va perdre espoir, nos lyrics font pas du tort et m?ne ? la victoire, ?a vient de Paname mon fr?re et ?a



Bring It On Home To Me

Bring It On Home To Me

If you ever change your mind About leaving, leaving me behind Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me, oh yeah You know I laughed, when you



Languishing (The Interlude)

Languishing (The Interlude)

If you could only see That I was not put here for you To judge me and dispute my inner most truth And after all these years of enmity, envy and tears It's a



The Edge Of America

The Edge Of America

Walk the edge of America A concrete beach to scrape my hand Inside the subway stinking fear and shame Becomes the violent breath Vigilantes out on dawn patrol But now there's nothing left to hide I'm




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.