It was an April morning When they told us we should go And as I turn to you, you smiled at me How could they say no Whoa, the fun to have To live the dreams we always had Whoa, the songs to sing When we at last return again Swept New York a glancing kiss To those who claim they know To know the shrieks the seaman hears The devil is in his home Oh, to sail away To sandy lands and other days Oh, to touch the dream That hides inside and is never seen, yeah Into the sun, the south the north Flys the birds of gold The shackles of commitments fell In pieces on the ground Oh, to ride the wind To tread the air above the din Whoa, to laugh aloud Dancing as we fought the crowd, yeah To seek the man whose pointing hand The giant step unfolds With guidance from the curving path That churns up into stone If one bell should ring In celebration for a king So fast the heart should beat As proud the head with heavy feet, yeah Days went by when you and I Made an eternal summers glow As far away and distant Our mutual time to grow Oh, the sweet refrain Soothes the soul and calms the pain Oh, Albion remains Sleeping now to rise again Wandering upon the rings What place to rest the search With the mighty arms of Atlas Hold the heavens from the earth Oh, the mighty arms of Atlas Hold the heavens from the earth, whoa Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah I know the way, know the way Know the way, know the way I know the way, know the way Know the way, know the way Oh, the mighty arms of Atlas Hold the heavens from the earth, whoa Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 21:44:18 +0000