Texty

Sailed on a ship so far away Across a North Atlantic sea Crashed on the rocks of misery I thought that no one would find me No one really knows what it is Made my way through liquid trees Where the oak the plum the elter arekind to me They asked me What fortune do you seek I said I just wanna know what it is They said No one really knows what it is I fall for love onLondon streets Where England grew cold inside of me A few moments out on River Thames Oh cause I think I've found what it is I think she's got what it is Oh I think she's got what it is Across the sky you flew I'm not far from you I'll see you soon I'm never far from you I'll see you soon Darling I'll see yousoon I'm gonna see you soon
Writer(s): Austin Basham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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