How many times, yes, how often in the days gone by I've stood alone under stormy leaden skies How many times, yes, how often waiting for the tide I've sat in front of the ocean wild and wide I saw my face being reflected in freezin' dark water under me, oohh And felt my soul lost in darkness Just falling down worn into the sea
Old man staring at the ocean standing on that pier Consider all starry hopes gone through the years And think of the gloomy mass of sad and lonely men Been standing before the water, now and then Imagine the long procession, eternally passing to and fro, oohh As long as men foster passions, as long as the icy waters flow down her
Rumbles from the storm, you can wonder if the thunder's Knocking at your door, but you really know the answer It's Fate, it is Fate!
Oohh! Old man staring at the ocean standing on that pier Consider all starry hopes gone through the years And think of the gloomy mass of sad and lonely men Been standing before the water, now and then Imagine the long procession Eternally passing to and fro, yeah As long as men foster passions As long as the icy waters flow down here
Rumbles from the storm, you can wonder if the thunder's Knocking at your door, but you really know the answer Rumbles from the storm, you can wonder if the thunder's Knocking at your door, but you really know the answer It's Fate, it is Fate!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
