I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream Ah, child of countless trees Ah, child of boundless seas What you are, what you're meant to be Speaks his name, though you were born to me Born to me, Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac I can tell by the way you smile, he's rolling back Come, wash the nighttime clean Come, grow this scorched ground green Blow the horn and tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart Catch-colt draws a coffin cart There he goes and now here she starts Hear her cry Flight of the seabirds Scattered like lost words Wheel to the storm and fly
Faring thee well now Let your life proceed by its own design Nothing to tell now Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Faring thee well now Let your life proceed by its own design Nothing to tell now Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine Done with mine
Flight of the seabirds Scattered like lost words Wheel to the storm and flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
