In the time it takes to laugh, love can turn the key. Crystal clear the future lies and what will be will be. Don't hold it back, take the chance you
Well I'm walking this lonely street but I'm far from bein' alone 'Cause everyone I meet, has nowhere to call home. So they move on from day to day, just
Latimer/Hoover Listen now boys, my grandmother said - I'll tell you a story and then off to bed. There once was a time, we lived off the land.
There's a fox on the hill and he's standing still, as if he's trying to hide. My horse is going after him, he thinks he'll easily catch him but the Tod
I'm in a freefall, like a snowflake falling Down, down, down, down, down I close my eyes inside my head I starfall Helpless to the ground Down, down,
I saw a pearl of wisdom in the spirit of a man as he saved the day he lost. Time will say I told you so if we look back in regret. Never give a day away
When she meets Rhayader she too is fleftened, but her concern for the Snow Goose overcomes her fear.
It was the very edge of summer the air was thin the sky more pale Dusty roads I remember Oh so well... The winds of future blew around us The owners came
Latimer/Hoover I am one of seven brothers. Five of us must leave and start again. In this land of Saints and Martyrs, Tears of sadness hide within the
The light is fading The cause invading All the hopes that you were building On tomorrow Now you must go So stretch your wings As nature sings Her farewell
We are sailing in a ship that's got no sails We are riding on a train right off the rails We are in an old sedan that's lost a wheel But it makes no difference
Look to the mirror, I can tell no lies Time drawing nearer still I wonder why You are the giver me I never try Now we're together, still I wonder why
(Latimer) Andrew Latimer Guitars Kit Watkins Rhodes Piano, Mini Moog, Solina, Hammond C3, Yamaha Electric, Grand Piano on Intro Jan Schelhaas Grand
While the Snow Goose gradually gains strength, tended to by Rhayader and visited by Fritha, a strong bond of affection grows between the three of them
Traditional Gaelic/John Morris In this quiet place I stand alone, from my homeland far away. And my empty heart cannot recall, the forgotten dreams
Image of mine, are you just a myth? Aiming for the stars and a need to exist Singing your life to its final bar Staging all the scenes to avoid who you
Fritha realizing somehow that Rhayader will not return and is still looking out to sea when she spies the Snow Goose. She is filled with a sweet sadness
(Bardens, Latimer, Ward, Ferguson) Smiles for You Lady Fantasy (12:46 total) (Bardens, Ferguson, Latimer, Ward) Listen very carefully, my words are