its endless rage Many fall on the road to freedom Dying on the stones All my life I have loved this land Worked it with my hands But can your freedom
Oversættelse: Chris de Burgh. Vejen til frihed.
endless rage, Many fall on the road to freedom, dying on the stones; All my life I have loved this land, worked it with my hands, But can your freedom
: (Instrumental)
: I don't know where the time has gone, suddenly here we are alone, Only a word before you go, everyone's waiting; So many friends to say goodbye, so
: Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground, In the forest, in the forest there's no sound; A shallow grave is where we lie, The boys and men who
: I heard a voice so pure and easy, a songbird singing for me, I had no choice, only to listen, and surrender to her world; And she will fly over the
: It's five past dreams, I should be home asleep, But I just want to keep this moment alive, it's just you and I, And I can't deny that I've had too
: For every child that has been born there is a chance to shine, And everyone can have a dream until the end of time, So live for every moment as the
call into that little place where we had Those long romantic nights, and drink to the memories, And what you mean to me; And it has been such a long old road
: Hear my voice and listen well, and a story I will tell, How duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strong Must fall apart; She was lovely,
: Go with love upon your journey, go with wonder in your heart, May the light be there to guide you through the terrors of the dark, You have always
: Kiss me from a distance, Hold me in your arms, Tell me that you love me, Whisper in the dark The words I long to hear When you are lying in your bed
: Even now, when I think of all the summers that have gone, and all the friends and lovers I have known, still there is a memory that will not let me
: Another night of reaching out for you, Another night I have to face the truth, Oh how I wish the darkness could take away the pain, And bring me back
: Daddy I can't sleep tonight, it's happening again, Voices in the kitchen are shouting And it's keeping me awake, Is it something I've done wrong? Maybe
Even now, when I think of all the summers that have gone, and all the friends and lovers I have known, still there is a memory that will not let me go
