Collections - text
All the World's a stage,"
A friend of mine, he sometimes said,
And though he tried to show the way,
They only care about his name.
"Love is for the Fool,"
A blind old man, he always said.
But of its' joys, he sometimes spoke
And then it seemed, he could see.
"Life is for the Strong,"
A travelling monk, he told me once
But of the weak, he never spoke
though their cries beat on his ears.
I stood my gun in hand
The Swallow flew to meet his love
And as they touched, I shot him down
But now it's me that can't fly
Nezaradené do albumu
- Ballad Of Penlee
- Birdsong
- Bleak House
- Collections
- Exocet
- Falling For Love
- God If I Saw Her Now
- Going For Broke
- Golden Bodies
- Greenhouse
- Guru
- Portraits From Tudor Time..
- Holy Deadlock
- I Saw You Today
- I Want Your Heart
- I Want Your Love
- Love In A Hot Air Balloon
- Lucy Will
- Magdalen
- Master Of Time
- Moonshooter
- My Time Has Come
- Now What
- Paperchase
- Pulling Faces
- Regrets
- Sally
- Sanctuary
- Seven Long Years
- Side Door
- Sistine
- Souvenir
- Squirrel
- Stranger
- The Women Were Watching
- Traces
- Um & Aargh
- Unheard Cry
- We're All As We Lie
- Which Way The Wind Blows
- Wise After The Event
Anthony Edwin Phillips texty
- 1. We're All As We Lie
- 2. Bleak House
- 3. Portraits From Tudor Time..
- 4. I Saw You Today
- 5. Collections
- 6. Going For Broke
- 7. My Time Has Come
- 8. Um & Aargh
- 9. Exocet
- 10. Ballad Of Penlee