When Steven Foster died In thought this on the bury His wone and wallward hill Just a corner in the den
But the crocodile’s back to eat The crocodile’s back to eat
He smashed his head on the sink In the bitter fever of gin The wildebeest go crazy with thirst Pull down as he try to drink
But deep down in the smallest street Even crocodiles dream their dreams
And as the heard galloped off He may all night fall past 4 Singing Beautiful Dreamer As the lions begin to roar
But we all have our beautiful dreams Waiting for us like wildebeests
And when we wait at the river To cross to that gleaming shore The river show he’s next to feed As the feed thunders across
But the river has oceans to feed She has beautiful ocean to feed
And the oceans, they feed the sky And the sky feeds the earth And Steven Foster’s beautiful ghost Laid down to feed us all
To feed took vows the songs Echoing cross the wild plainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
