Текст песни Mike Oldfield - To France
Mike Oldfield - To France слова песни
Taking on watersailing a restless sea from a memorya fantasy.The wind carries into white waterFar from the islandsdon`t you know you`reNever going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you.Never going to get to Francecould a new romance ever bind you.Walking on foreign grounds like a shadowRoaming in far off territory over your shoulder stories unfoldYour searching for sanctuaryyou know you`reNever going to get to France. Mary Oueen of chance will they find you. . . .I see a picture by the lamps flickerIsn`t it strange how dreams fade and shimmer.Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .I see a picture by the lamps flicker. . .Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .