He sang to me of sailors at sea and how the sea shall free them Barefoot and cold, walking where told With no light by our side Who lets us bleed? You with the free watch how the hate can breed Feeling the west wind on my face I know your witful ways Sailors at sea, I found my peace within the grace of their arms They are the ones with hearts like the sun and the tidal wave Lowered the cup Tasted the bread Rested and read To dream you fair dream We were to be footmen, you see I marvel at your deeds We're meant to be eternal, you see Wind of the free And the hate still breeds Beating the drum towards the sun The tired and weak falling asleep Can't see my way, can't tell who stays Can't see the thread that binds me We were to be footmen, you see We would dream your fair dream Tasted your bread The wind on my face I know your witful ways We're meant to be eternal, you see Wind of the free And the hate still breedsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
