The water is cold when I go to sail
And the fog is deep and my eyes are pale
At worlds end it’s an endless fall
And I only hear sweet sirens call
Hold me now, Oh hold me now
When the saints will come around
And I walk through the golden fields
When an empty boy needs a sweet shaped girl
May villains win and heroes die
But al leasta love can hold a life
Now come to me, look at me straight
And I will tell you: Don’t be afraid
Holy now, Oh holy now
When you just would come around
And I’ll swim through a warming stream
When a lonely man needs a good night dream
What keeps me here beside your smile
I lose my dreams alone a while
When my mind is like the rain
I think of you and cry again
The time has come to fight for love
And if I fall, you’re high above
I won’t surrender, just for you
If I knew my dreams will come true
Dying now, Oh dying now
If I lose my dreams at all
And a life got nothing more
Then the stormy sea and a dry shore
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Michael Glauer.
Published on e-Stories.org on 30.06.2007.
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