Lyrics

One land Too many faces Too many thoughts Stretching out through the ages Won't you take my hand? And I'Il Iead you to Oh this promised land I hope you understand That my promises are beyond the modern man One life Too many leaders Going left, going right Never going lightly on the little man beneath them One play folding fact into fable Here's the cards dealt to you my friend As they fall now teil me are you able? So won't you take my hand? Cos I'Il Iead you to Oh this promised land I hope you understand That my promises are beyond the modern Well the longer the night The colder the day When you woke up to say Say goodbye to your working man And say hello to the dreams Of a faraway land One land, one land Faces So won't you toke my hand? And I' Il Iead you to this promised land I hope you understond That my promises are beyond the modern
Writer(s): Teresa Anne Bergman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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