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| 4:35 | 
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I travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky
For that's the way it is, that is my fortune There are many ears to please, many people's love to try And every day's begun rising for the moon There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell For that's the way it is, that is my fortune I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell With the sinking of the sun, rising of the moon: Rising for the moon, the sun has set and it is dark But the star of the enchanted tune is bright as any spark The of the dusk regail the evening lark Whose every day does start rising for the moon We travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky For that's the way it is, that is our fortune There are many ears to please, many people's love to try And every day's begun rising for the moon |
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| 2. |
| 7:46 |
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Calling all olive branches and laid off doves There is work to do before we say goodbye But who can see them turning to the face of love Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die As I sit I can see their troubled souls wander by And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry Oh, one more chance Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud Lording the poor mortal as he goes And the tears which well beneath his somber shroud Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows He can never be like the thought of a rose Whose beauty remains, even when the bloom goes Oh, oh, one more chance Or is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know |
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| 3:57 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:30 |
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| 4:09 |
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(Trevor Lucas, Roach)
Born between a river and a railroad Restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again There are dreams that I have carried all my lifetime And the dreams have made me a stranger In the eyes of many a man For I do not count the time and my reasons do not rhyme And down the line and on my way, on my way again Oh, rolling along like a shipwrecked sailor Who never finds a home Broken lines and signs of failure Rub me to the bone Well, I'm weary of the company of strangers I'm weary of the city with its heart of hollow stone Something in the wind seems to call me like a friend So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again (x6) |
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| 3:16 |
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He was a stranger to himself A spy in his own camp And his money was his health All thrown to the dust by his very own hand Yet his beauty lingered still Beyond the draining of the sand But greener was the other side of the hill Richer was the other man's land But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would We loved him, loved him like no others could And she loved him, loved him like a lover should Take good care of an aching heart You never can replace it You know you are the master of your heart You'll realise that when you think it fit Those orbs of blue are jading away No laughter from them dances Yet you're bound to remember this one day Hazards are risks and risks are chances You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare Till it's all over, all over and there's no-one there 'Cos you daren't discover, daren't discover that we really care |
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| 18:15 |
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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| 3:59 |
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Now I've been an engine driver all of my days That's the only thing I can do I hold a good head of steam everywhere that I'm seen Wherever my wheels rolled through Wherever my wheels rolled through Well, I was nearly shut down in a Midwest town Her hair was red, her eyes were blue But the wheels on the track kept calling me back So I bid that girl adieu Yes, I bid that girl adieu Blow whistle, steel wheels keep on humming Hold on darling your engine driver's coming He's coming through Some day I'll have to give up the iron line And then I'll know just what I will find I'll find me some shack by some old railroad track So I can hear them motors whine So I can hear them motors whine Blow whistle, hear them steel rails humming Hold on darling your engineer is coming He's coming through Now I've been an engine driver all of my days That's the only thing I can do I hold a good head of steam anywhere that I'm seen Anywhere my trains rolled through Anywhere my trains rolled through Blow whistle, hear that steel rail humming Hold on girl your engine driver's coming Coming to you |
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| 4:57 |
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| 10. |
| 6:29 |
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| 5:19 |
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| 12. |
| 3:54 |
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| 13. |
| 6:53 |
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Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes |
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