Lletres:
Barclay James Harvest

It's been a long long time Thought you were a friend of mine Holding on the end of the line I've been waiting for you Seen the way the wind is blowing

Through the eyes of a child there's no wrong or right No reason to hate, no need for a fight No color, no creed, no malice, no greed Till the child becomes

The eyes of night march slowly by The last grain falls The kneeling man just sighs Protected by the one great wall Of colored parts He probes his clouded

The cold in your eyes Like the misty breath of a whisper On an ice-cold morn The cold in your face Like a dagger drawn Like a flashing blade In a killer

We will survive beyond the grave And as we sleep we will be saved Life in its essence will endure Whilst still on earth we can be sure All our endeavours

If your world is falling 'round you And you don't know where you are If you need someone to be there Baby, believe in me When the dark night is upon

I've been so lost since you went away I've been so sad without you I wanted to be there, I wanted to hold on And tell you, how much, how much I loved

Stranger at the gate, let him in Stranger at the gate, let him in Stranger at the gate, let him in Won't you let him in? He's been waiting on the other

I'm a child of South Africa I'm a child of Vietnam I'm a child of Northern Ireland I'm a small boy with blood on his hands Yes I'm a child of the universe