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| 4:29 | 
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Song swaying in the air
I'm hand dancing in your hair You're hand dancing in my soul |
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| 3:20 |
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Distant times in distant lands
Worthless money changing hands 'Changing them to what?' -- I wonder As in the dust the jet plane thunders Carries every feeling into gloom I miss you like I miss the flowers in bloom There's a crisis in the outer world In the sky the smoke trails curl Some Winnipeg boys are Cyprus-bound I hope they live to touch home ground I hope we live to touch, if just once more I need you like the river needs the shore In life so delicate and strange Understanding seldom comes in range We stumble through familiar scenes Never thinking what it means, In this cluttered landscape to be loved I need you like I need the stars above |
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| 3. |
| 3:15 |
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Orion's high in the south-west sky --
You're bound to move on and so am I On this world we've had time to burn -- how come nobody ever seems to learn? See how the starwheel turns. Crystal drift on the whistling wind -- Constant change is the space we're in You may use a slide rule or a golden crown But nothing's worth it that you can pin down -- See how the starwheel turns. Don't go playing no shell game with God -- Only Satan's going to give you odds We're given love and love must be returned -- That's all the bearings that you need to learn See how the starwheel turns. |
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| 4. |
| 5:24 |
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The crescent moon is rising slow
Swiftly blades in ice do grow On the branches star-bleached snow Waits while time is passing Outside the door the dancer whirls Chiming bells and shining curls Flying footsteps in the snow Rhyme the rhythm of ruin Beside the wall the beggars call "Man have mercy on us all" The night-bound choir inside chants on -- A hymn to brick and pistols You can stumble, you can fall Or you can make the nations crawl But when death comes in to call He don't care about it Oh, Satan take thy cup away For i'll not drink your wine today I'll reach for the chalice of light That stands on Jesus' table |
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| 5. |
| 4:10 |
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Make me a bed of fond memories
Make me to lie down with a smile Everything that rises afterward falls But all that dies has first to live. As longing becomes love As night turns to day Everything changes Joy will find a way |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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Look away across the bay
Yankee gunboat come this way Uncle Sam gonna save the day Come tomorrow we all gonna pay... And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn Something dead under the bed Local diplomats hang their heads Never mind what the government said They're either lying or they've been misled... And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn Philippines was yesterday Santiago and Greece today How would they ever make the late news pay If they didn't have the CIA? And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn Here it comes, the loaded gun "Must keep the Commies on the run" You'd buy or bury everyone For liberty and life And just plain fun And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRUCE COCKBURN Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 7. |
| 3:22 | 
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| 8. |
| 4:41 |
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| 9. |
| 6:13 |
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Sky-wild
Far cry Wings-slash-free Christ is born for you and me Wind rush Reed bend Storm tossed sea Christ is nailed upon a tree Mists part Sunrise Shining key Christ is risen to lead us free ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRUCE COCKBURN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 10. |
| 3:54 |
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Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul Pierce my soul Breath of the bright wind Make us one Make us one Life is singing Like a great bell ringing |
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