Van der Graaf Generator, Refugees North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the peoples hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters depths and played my mind. East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun: The winds came, gently, several heads became one In the summertime, though August people sneered; We were at peace, and we cheered. We walked alone, sometimes hand in hand, Between the thin lines marking sea and sand; Smiling very peacefully, We began to notice that we could be free, And we moved together to the West. West is where all days will someday end; Where the colours turn from grey to gold, And you can be with the friends. And light flakes the golden clouds above all ..... Were refugees, walking away from the life That weve known and loved; Nothing to do or say, nowhere to stay; Now we are alone. Were refugees, carrying all we own In brown bags, tied up with string; Nothing to think, it doesnt mean a thing, But well be happy on our own. ... https://youtube/watch?v=aevvtpRej5M
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 19:01:14 +0000
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