I know when the good is gone I hear people say move on ‘Cause our words are like weapons drawn Is it swords or pistols at dawn? Well, come on then, let's divide the map Does heaven really cut in half? Then I'll settle in the eastern lands Near some mountain in my memory But I hear the old song you sing And I hear the tune that plays on your strings Oh, and it's echoing, answering Echoing, answering Echoing, answering Echoing, answering I have seen the wolf that sleeps in your dreams You've dropped stones at the bed of my stream We have sat on the banks now it seems For a week or a century We have died and come back so very often Let's just leave the latch off the coffin Share a joke, raise a glass at the gallows With the hangman, our old friend ‘Cause I hear the old song you sing And I hear the tune that plays on your strings Oh, and it's echoing, answering Echoing, answering Echoing, answering Echoing, answeringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
