Idioma Origen:
(R. Manuel / J.R. Robertson)
The Band
If you find me in a gloom,
or catch me in a dream.
Inside my lonely room there is no in between
Whispering pines,
rising of the tide
If only one star shines,
That's just enough to get inside.
I will wait until it all goes 'round
With you in sight,
the lost are found
Foghorn through the night,
calling out to sea
Protect my only light,
'cause she once belonged to me
Let the waves rush in,
let the seagulls cry
For if I live again,
these hopes will never die
I can feel you standing there
But I dont see you anywhere
Standing by the well,
wishing for the rains
Reaching to the clouds,
for nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze,
when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house,
in the cold, cold sun
I will wait until it all goes round
With you in sight,
the lost are found
Idioma Destino:
(R. Manuel / J.R. Robertson)
The Band
If you find me in a gloom,
or catch me in a dream.
Inside my lonely room there is no in between
Whispering pines,
rising of the tide
If only one star shines,
That's just enough to get inside.
I will wait until it all goes 'round
With you in sight,
the lost are found
Foghorn through the night,
calling out to sea
Protect my only light,
'cause she once belonged to me
Let the waves rush in,
let the seagulls cry
For if I live again,
these hopes will never die
I can feel you standing there
But I dont see you anywhere
Standing by the well,
wishing for the rains
Reaching to the clouds,
for nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze,
when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house,
in the cold, cold sun
I will wait until it all goes round
With you in sight,
the lost are found