Текст песни Nana Mouskouri - The Power And The Glory
Nana Mouskouri - The Power And The Glory слова песни
Church steeples, songs of a birdSoft crying nobody heardLives are passed around,Eyes lookes at the groundWind can whistle cold, And rich men don`t grow oldCHORUSThe seed is sown, no harvest to collectJust second-class of factory rejectAnd four of you, the power and the gloryHearts breaking, don`t make a soundLandlord buys ten acres of groundCastles in the air, climb them if you dareLook, don`t try to see me, to be is not to beRepeat chorusFor some it`s cold, for some it`s warmFor some it`s sunnyWhile men still look in the street outsideFor milk and honeyRepeat chorus ( twice)