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Chris De Burgh At The End Of A Perfect Day

weekends under the sun... "Ah most of all I remember, A little song we used to play, It was about the english weather, Always raining on a sunny day,

seen, my eyes have seen. Oh, one day says Galileo, A man will reach the sky, And see the world completely, From outside, And gazing down from yonder, On a

: In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people, Gathered all around to join a man and woman, Spring is here and turtledoves are singing

: It's a rainy night in Paris, And the harbour lights are low, He must leave his love in Paris, Before the winter snow; On a lonely street in Paris,

you know you're out here dancing in the streets, Working with the people on that Boss-a-Nova beat, And some dark-eyed lady brings you wine and a chicken

It's a rainy night in Paris, And the harbour lights are low, He must leave his love in Paris, Before the winter snow; On a lonely street in Paris, He

broken dreams have woken me, My love, will you carry me home. Or will you treat me like some traveller, On a dark and lonely road, Who sees a light and a

beside a mountain stream, I'll build a house of stone, And work the wood of cedar, pine and fir, And then I'll make a garden, And I'll plant a field of

In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people, Gathered all around to join a man and woman, Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from