Gazing thru the sands of time and wondering if you'll be mine. A glimpse of future days I cannot see. Shining like a morning star exquisite jewel I see afar. Aloft in heaven's heights so far from
sands of Nevada they go drifting away Lady luck's still a mystery with her head on my shoulder. And I don't know why I still want her to dance. I guess that's all history what it is is I'm older. And
The winds of change are everywhere. And all the world must be aware. There's nowhere left for man to go. The sands of time are running low These visions fall before my face. I see the end of
The winds of change are everywhere. And all the world must be aware. There's nowhere left for man to go. The sands of time are running low These visions fall before my face. I see the end of
The winds of change are everywhere. And all the world must be aware. There's nowhere left for man to go. The sands of time are running low These visions fall before my face. I see the end of
Try, try if you can. Try and get your back up. And off the golden sands. Try to get somewhere. That you've never been. As you sit upon the green grass. There's still so much to see And find
My name is Bobby Sands MP. Born in the city of Belfast. Divided by religion I grew up fast. I was stabbed and I was spat upon. My family run out of its home. There was only one solution. Turn
Writer(s) loesser. . They call you lady luck. But there is room for doubt. At times you have a very un-lady-like way. Of running out. . Your on this date with me. The pickins have been lush
Writer(s) loesser. . They call you lady luck. But there is room for doubt. At times you have a very un-lady-like way. Of running out. . Your on this date with me. The pickins have been lush
Without a song the day would never end. Without a song the road would never bend. When things go wrong a man ain't got a friend. Without a song. . That field of corn would never see a plow
When I was seventeen. It was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls. And soft summer nights. Wed hide from the lights. On the village green. When I was seventeen
