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Looking out and I'm wondering where I am
While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam
I decide to get out and leave the car behind me
Everywhere there are people passing by
Empty faces and not a friendly smile
Under stress, loneliness, a part of our city
Now I finally have decided
I will leave it all behind
And discover something better
And l know where I will find
Find a place of harmony, of laughter and of dreams
It you want me, that is where I'll be
I'll be waiting on the Highland
With its wonderful serenity
Where the stars glow and the brooks flow
That's my way of life
When the mountains on the Highland
And the nature is surrounding me
When the wind blows
That's all I need, all I need
On the highland when I was a child
l would play with my friends and we were wild
And we all loved the moors, the nature and it's freedom
And we went for ghost hunt in the mist
l remember the first time I got kissed
By the shy neighbour guy, who whispered "be my girlfriend"
But I longed for some excitement
So l travelled 'round the world
After that I settled down and
l became a city girl
Want to parties every night and lived intensively
Now l know it's not a life for me
I'll be waiting on the Highland
With it's wonderful serenity
Where the stars glow and the brooks flow
That's my way of life
When the mountains on the Highland
And the nature is surrounding me
When the wind blows
that's all I need
On the Highland, on the Highland, you will see
Oh my darling, I would hate to leave it whitout you
I'm sure you love the highland too
If you join me I can promise
You'll stay until eternity
I'll be waiting on the Highland
With it's wonderful serenity
Where the stars glow and the brooks flow
That's my way of life
When the mountains on the Highland
And the nature is surrounding me
When the wind blows
that's all I need
On the Highland
On the highland
All the mountains on the highland are embracing
and surrounding me
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There's many a crooked path
That has ended me here
Tired, broken and wearing rags
Wild eyed with fear
There's much more to this vagabond
Than the eye can see
You can see me through different eyes
Make a princess of me
Door to door with a heavy heart
Try to stave off the cold
In the distance a gypsy cart
Filled with thieves and rogues
Sing for supper and sing for pence
A song's all I have to give
With a fiddle and with no rest
Singing only to live
Through the window a golden glow
Families gather round
Here outside it starts to snow
Silence the only sound
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Many years I've been away from home
I have faced too many battles
I was here upon the endless route
has left me bruised and batted
I have heard the secrets of the streets
but I keep them to myself
On display, but here inside my soul
like a trophy on a shelf
End upon my heart I know
the moon will light my way
Ohh my friend, the winding route
for the life of a journeyman never changes
Now upon to tell my tale
My boots are wearing thin
I can feel the heat upon my back
The sun against my skin
Far away I've heard
the ringing of a bell
Through the miles you know what's hard to tell
when it's you against yourself
None of us will ever know
What lies around the veil
Or the world being your home
on a route that never ends
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It's a reflection that you see in me
But I know it's not reality
Beneath the glitter and beneath all the lace
Do you see my face?
I'll be the mirror, the spaces in between
It's not the truth, it's just a dream
But I guess we all have to believe in something
In anything
But do you love me just the way I am?
Do you need me? Will you take a chance?
Do you see me for all that I can be
Do you believe, believe in me?
Sometimes you need to be lost just to be found
You need to go to come back around
You need to set someone free for them to return
You live and learn
I've heard it said that true love is blind
All this is just a state of mind
If you're not looking you will never find
You'll be left behind
But do you love me just the way I am?
Do you need me? Will you take my hand?
Do you see me through the mystery
Do you believe, believe in me?
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The moon must be an angel, her halo surely heaven sent
Watching from above should the bells forget to ring
And we but lonely travellers, following a ray of light
All become the same when we begin to sing
Round and round we all go
Where we stop nobody knows
Heaven meets on the earth
For the sake of the song
Could you ever fly without the fear of falling?
Does the nightbird cease just because it's dawn?
Could a candle burn with any less resilience?
Should we never love for the fear that it may fade?
Could you ever be just for the sake of being?
Could a melody ever be wrong?
Could you ever sing just for the sake of singing?
Set your spirit free for the sake of the song
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Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star
And everybody's in movies it doesn't matter who you are
There are stars in every city in every house and on every street
And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard their names are written in concrete
Don't step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the boulevard
She looks so weak and fragile that's why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess and they sat her on a throne
But she turned her back on stardom because she wanted to be alone
You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard
Some that you recognise some that you've hardly even heard of
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain
Rudolph valentino looks very much alive
And he looks up ladies' dresses as they sadly pass him by
Avoid stepping on bela lugosi 'cause he's liable to turn and bite
But stand close by bette davis because hers was such a lonely life
If you covered him with garbage George sanders would still have style
And if you stamped on mickey rooney he would still turn round and smile
But please don't tread on dearest marilyn 'cos she's not very tough
She should have been made of iron or steel but she was only made of flesh and blood
Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star
And everybody's in show biz it doesn't matter who you are
And those who are successful be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure along hollywood boulevard.
I wish my life was a non stop hollywood movie show
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.
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Once was a legend of old
In the time of days long ago
The clattering heat, of a horse on the street
He appeared from the fog like a ghost
I could feel him heading this way
A storm was filling the air
If the truth be told, when the winds blow cold
They are warning you to beware
No the wild cannot be tamed
Keeper of the flame
We wondered what devil is this
Who appears from out of the mist
With a crack of a whip, and a wave of his fist
He was cursed and I was bewitched
Haunted by seeing his face
Through the mirror the smoke and the haze
So hard to see, through the dark mystery
The illusion was part of the game
Be careful of what you wish for
And make sure when it knocks at your door
It's what you need, not some fantasy
That will haunt you forever more
Let it be what you need, not some fantasy
That will haunt you forever more
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Through the long days of summer
Where the air was a sweet as perfume
We walked through the golden meadows
And danced by the light of the moon
She was a lonely angel
Sitting there by the side of the road
On the edge of the forest
That's where the wild things grow
Blue skies of promise opened before us
There in her eyes are the dreams of the world
Blue skies of promise rained down on us
Life is so sweet with a strawberry girl
In her hands was a basket
Sticks and branches were woven as one
She smile bright like a child
As bright as the afternoon sun
It was filled with her treasures
A whole cradle of nature's beauty
Wild flowers were chosen
To lay amongst the forest berries
"It's a great day for a gatherer
You can say that I told you so
In these uncertain days
It's the simple things you need the most"
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In and out of a thousand stories
Here I stand somewhere in between
Kings and queens knights and glory
Flash before my eyes unseen
Laughing and loving and living for summer
Dancing romancing the moon like a lover
Secrets and mysteries kept undercover
All in the fun of the faire
I have entered through the gates
To see the queen in her finery
Playing chess with the king of spades
It's all part of the fantasy
Painted ladies with haunted eyes
Dance for you as they hypnotize
I can feel your heart beat faster
When the gypsy becomes your master
I see you but you're not the same
The eye can see what it wants to see
Through the veil anything can change
You can be what you want to be
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One upon a dark autumn night
I was so very far from sleep
I longed to walk beneath the stars
Into the wood so dark and deep
Neither myth nor faerie tale
Could keep me from the path to the maze
But eyes upon me I could feel
Hidden in the shadows watching always
Something in the darkness pulled me deeper
Something in the madness eased my mind
Was I awake or was I dreaming
Cut the strings that bind me to mankind
Once while I was sitting in my room
One cold and silver winter's day
I could hear an otherworldly call
Try as I might I couldn't turn away
Somewhere in between the moss and the stone
The wind and the wood became my home
I lay myself down upon the green
When the ivy overgrew I could never leave
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Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain
For we may or might never meet here again
Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain
For we may or might never meet here again
Our ship lies at harbour she's ready to dock
I wish her safe landing without any shock
And if we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me
My footsteps may falter my wit it may fail
My course may be challenged by November gale
Ere fortune shall prove to be friend or foe
You will always be with me wherever I go
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Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling
Saying you must come to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen
So slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him
And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dying
As she walked slowly o'er the field
She heard the death bells knelling
And with every stroke it seemed to say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen
Oh mother, oh mother make by bed
Make it both long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
And I will die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him beside her
And from his grave grew a red red rose
And from her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they tied a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar
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