Yeao When your blindly death rayin' blade Sweeps the griefs and tears away I cross my heart and hope to die Thy freedom will be mine Sinkin' down in the ocean
storm coming As you burst out into the old refrain To the sound of america drumming Call it pain, call it art, call it open your heart Let it go let
to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson
live with the fear Chorus Voices - I wanna hear them calling From the highest mountain Over land and sea Voices - I wanna hear them calling Hear the sound of freedom Calling
came to destroy The realm of our freedom Endangered to fade in the void Now they are back on the earth Taking their wrath to our land An ocean full of
to roam Long live freedom where I come from, place that I call home Standin' outside, sayin' goodbye, it tears me up to go Thousand miles oceans between
rings And gold would be our power And other foolish things And you who dream of liberty Must not yourselves be fooled Before you get to plea for freedom
is. yeah, everybody's got a cousin in miami. here We go." It was was ninety miles to freedom But they took the risk Though ocean was all motion
Love, where are we going? And when do we reach the promise on the horizon? Out on the ocean, under a sunset I was invited to come out and play a while
in my heart we can't see the colour of the Ocean all your love A light kills my enemy it shows her Goodbye, my only hope is freedom but you, I please
Softly ocean gypsy calls Silence holds the stars awhile They smile sadly For her where she falls Just the time before the dawn The sea is hushed The ocean calls
me 'bout the ocean moving in slow motion I see it glitter in the sun then it's freezing in the moonlight Never look back, never look back, never look away When freedom
Apologies never sounded insincere than when calling up a mother Her bloody child on the battle field of war While the pretty politicians lay their babies
they'd die Gallipoli Left their letters in the sand Such waste of life Gallipoli Dreams of freedom turned to dust Hell is waiting where the ocean meets
was about the biggest thing that man had ever done. I was straw boss on the Pyramids, the Tower of Babel, too; I opened up the ocean let the migrant
time then Have a seat while I take to the sky My heart is like the ocean It gets in the way So close to touching freedom Then I hear the guards call
freezing dark and parallel my isolated tower.... no paraffin for the flame no harbour left to gain v. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours 'Alone, alone,' the ghosts all call