Baixar Mais Tocadas: Mike Oldfield

Standing on the edge of the crater / Like the prophets once said / And the ashes are all cold now / No more bullets and the embers are dead
So you come to my world, I can show you / Where they lead to the footprints in the sand / On the path through the valleys and canyons / To the veins in your arm, take my hand
We’re homeward bound across the blue sea.Going home.We’re homeward bound across the blue sea,And we’re come from the old country.And away, love, away.Going home.We’re homeward bound this very day,And we’re come from the old country.The sails are unfold and the anchor’s aweigh.Going home.She yeilds to the breeze as she gathers her way,And we’re come from the old country.And away, love, away.Going home.We’re homeward bound this very day,And we’re come from the old country.We’re homeward bound across the blue sea.Going home.We’re homeward bound across the blue sea,And we’re come from the old country.And away, love, away.Going home.We’re homeward bound this very day,And we’re come from the old country.
Foreign affair.Take a trip in the airTo a tropical beach,An island to reach.A new territoryFor an intimate story,A lagoon by la mere.It’s a foreign affair.Drifting and freeOn a mystical sea.A wishful emotion,A drop in the ocean.A hush in the airYou can feel anywhereIn the cool twilightOn a tropical night.(Chorus)Floating on air,Foreign affair.A magical potion,A cool locomotion.A dream,A prayer.(It’s a foreign affair!)(chorus)