Foy Vance - Closed Hand, Full Of Friends
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Исполнители: Foy Vance
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The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking coat
And we'll together leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we'll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend
So let's start over with no means to an end
Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
Every morning when the coffee's on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
And in the moonlight we'll get the candles going
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our tongues
Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
Could see it's light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
And it stank from the feet of it's culture
I'd hide away from wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
Oh, I'm feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking coat
And we'll together leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we'll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend
So let's start over with no means to an end
Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
Every morning when the coffee's on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
And in the moonlight we'll get the candles going
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our tongues
Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
Could see it's light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
And it stank from the feet of it's culture
I'd hide away from wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
Oh, I'm feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
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