गाने

And we will fly over hills of golden hue To the sound of beating wings And every song that every bird ever knew We will sing No more lives stripped right down to the bone Lonely hearts in a crowded room Begin to feeling lost and far home All too soon Raise your eyes Give your mind to the path we will travel on To the land of seven moons We will grow straight and tall like a mighty tree Breathe the air so clean and bright And all the thoughts that you wanted to believe feel so right Run through the streets to the gates at the city Shake off the years of dirt and dust Do you dare but to look only up ahead As you must? Raise your eyes Give your mind to the path we will travel on To the land of seven moons Run through the streets to the gates at the city Shake off the years of dirt and dust Do you dare but to look only up ahead As you must? Raise your eyes Give your mind to the path we will travel on To the land of seven moons
Writer(s): Jack Bruce, Robin Leonard Trower Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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