: Waiting at the water's edge, Watching all the ships as they are heading for the harbour wall, I was just a boy, I was just a boy, Dreaming of the wide
of it all, And the boys coming home from the war; Last night, they were dancing in the streets, And making music in the alleyways and bars, From a house
sleep at night and I just stare at the moon, Listening to your beating heart, To know that you're with me, and the love that you give me, Keeps me from
out, Lord, He's going to win, The sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, Oh Lord, He's going
go, I want to know, That you will wait for me until the day, There's no borderline, no borderline; Walking past the border guards, Reaching for her hand, Showing no emotion
pay; The last time I cried, I could see the people, Long ago in the rain, Waiting as the soldiers put them all on a train, And the hands on the bars,
: I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright, I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to
: A spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar, 'Twas light years of time since his mission did start, And over a village he halted his craft, And
on this road, For such a long long time, I have seen the wonders, But most amazing of them all, I believe I've seen the face, Of the risen Lord; On a
Took a boat over Lake Geneva, It was raining all night long, We were lucky and we saw no enemy, And came from Switzerland, poor refugees, Far from the
night on the open road, Speeding like a man on the run, A lifetime spent preparing for the journey; He is closer now and the search is on, Reading from
the clips, Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared, And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, The police were banging on the door, On
: I've been missing you... I've got the roses, I've got the wine, With a little luck she will be here on time, This is the place we used to go, With
spark to a flame; I am high on emotion, high again, High on emotion, your love will find the way; I am high on emotion, high again, High on emotion,
hear someone knocking on the door, There are voices in the street, And the sound of running feet, And they whisper the word - "Revolution!" There are men coming down from
can hear someone knocking on the door, There are voices in the street, And the sound of running feet, And they whisper the word - "Revolution!" There are men coming down from