From Chris Warren's RobertPlant site used with permission This is the English part of the lyric sung by RobertPlant. From my island home I feel a chance. Kiss the tide - goes time and
You must be proud of yourself. Taking a stand against the world. Ruled by man. With your fist in the air. Metaphorically you take on the world. Girl you're like Muhammed Ali. I'm sorry about tha
Oh! City don't cry. Oh! City don't cry. Is all your virgin truth turned to lies. Are all your dreams of freedom monolith. Is all your peace and justice so much, myth. Oh city don't cry. Oh! City
Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp. Borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap Oh oh, oh yeah. Ah ah, oh yeah And your city will fall. And your corn won't grow. To the silence from the temple. Hear the
Throw it down Cleveland rain. The Queen of Love has flown again. To seek her daughter. Who must lie beside the thief. Whose golden tongue she will believe. Defies the order. That is why that is
never ending battle in the Sunshine State. . But far, far away from the front page news,. Far, far away from the headline blues,. Down a secondary road that severely shows its age. The forties comes
Song Rich Woman - RobertPlant, Alison Krauss. I got a woman with plenty of money. She got the money and I got the honey. Called my baby late last night. She told me daddy everything was all right
