…lips, ripe as the berries in June Red the rose, red the rose Skin, pale as the light of the moon Gently as she goes Eyes, blue as the sea and the sky Water flows, water flows Heart, burning like fire in the night Gently as she goes…
Just wait though wide he may roam Always a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always a hero comes home He knows of places unknown But always a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always a hero comes home
