Woorden: China Crisis. A Golden Handshake for Every Daughter.

We sat by the river
Talking for hours
I cried myself to sleep
Push me gently
Ever so gently
The water's far too deep

Some say, some say tomorrow
Hide behind, hide behind your sorrow


A golden handshake for every daughter
And a piece of the wedding cake
Run from your houses
And your summer lovers
Love is all you can take