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Barbara Dickson For The Record

How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? And how many times

The torch I carry is handsome It's worth its heartache in ransom And when the twilight steals I know how the lady in the harbour feels When I want rain

her smile becomes a smirk I go to work Love for sale Appetising young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled Love for

I was always there, right on the job They used to tell me I was building a dream With peace and glory ahead Why should I be standing in line Just waiting for

What did the wife of the soldier get From the ancient city of Prague? From Prague she got the linen shirt It matched her skirt did the linen shirt That

Hush a bye, don't you cry, Go to sleepy little baby When you awake, you will have cake, And all the pretty little horses. Black and bay, dapple and gray

speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin And there's no telling who that it's naming Cos the loser now will be later to win For the times they are

ourselves) Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves) home We struggled hard all of our lives to get by She's leaving home after living alone For so many

in darkness to hide our wrong You and me at the dark end of the street You and me I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole