Woorden:
Barbara Dickson Other

Eight years ago today I opened up a door My heart got in the way This is what I saw Dreams in shades of green and gold Once upon a time because right

I was blue, just as blue as I could be Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me Then good luck came a-knocking at my door Skies were gray, but they're not gray

you on a lonely night If there comes a time, just remember I'm the kind that cries Come back wth the same look in your eyes Everything we want we find in each other

know Which move to make Which way to go Whose private life Caused his decline Wrecked his grand design Some are vicious, some are fools And others blind

Fine feathers, seen heavy weather You keep hoping that she'll look your way Club (?) ladies, monday's dailies Looks your way but she's not watching you

O there was a woman, and she was a widow, Fair are the flowers in the valley With a daughter as fair as a fresh sunny meadow The Red, the Green and the

The mist was hanging on the hill, The sun was still deciding The old piper called the tune And I was on my way I called out your name So loud you could

Late October, What a day to be sober Out of my head In the west of Ireland I would be in my land But dreaming gets me by And what I would give to be

I've never been in love before Now all at once it's you It's you forever more. I've never been in love before I thought my heart was safe I thought