Texty písní Christopher Cross

Christopher Cross

A Fisherman's Tale

Took my troubles

Down to the sea

Put my ear to a seashell

Inquisitively

Thought I heard a heartbeat

It could have been mine

I guess it doesn't matter

In the grand design

Like a windblown sail

Like a fisherman's tale

There's no end to the glory

Like a windblown sail

Like a fisherman's tale

There's no end to the story

Don't let your vision

Go down with the sun

'Cause it might be cloudy

When tomorrow comes

Where the winds of a heart

Meet the wiles of a mind

There will be stillness

At the waterline

When I was young and time was free

I thought the world was reaching out for me

I believed I could

I believed I would

Live forever and ever

Took my troubles

Down to the sea

Put my ear to a seashell

Inquisitively