When I Think Of You Artist : Chris De Burgh There is something on my mind, and I'm losing concentration And I feel it everytime, that you are near me
That cold North wind they call "La Bise" is swirling round about my knees, Trees are crying leaves into the river; I'm huddled in this French cafe I
: Last night, I saw it there, Shining in the dark again, The light that all men seem to fear; They say that sailors were drowning in the bay, And people
: And so it began, The story how Elzevir would look after John as his own son, And the smugglers betrayed on Moonfleet Bay by Maskew looking now at Elzevir
: Freedom calls And in your heart you have been waiting For this moment to come Within these walls You have heard words of inspiration That have opened
: This is my heart's surrender This is my chosen moment. This is the time to tell you "I love you" Then I have to say "goodbye" And I will miss you when
: In those verses of the Bible, A message was concealed, And soon for John, The secret was revealed; Deep in a Castle well, The treasure could be found
: It was on the trail of riches, We set off upon that day, To the Castle keep of Carisbrooke, To where the treasure lay, And soon I found the diamond
: Now the time had come for Elzevir and John, To be sent from Holland?s shore, And to end their days in pain and misery, To be slaves so far from home
: Alas poor John, he was a prisoner, Fortune?s fool for many a day, Blinded by that cursed diamond, With his freedom, he must pay; And so it was for
: With the voices getting nearer I knew that I had to hide, I got up behind a coffin, then I saw who was inside, By the skin and bones of Blackbeard
: Everywhere I go, Everywhere I go I see an image of her face, She talks to me, She talks to me in a thousand ways; Everyone I know, Everyone I know
: The days of our age are threescore years and ten, And though men be so strong that they come, To fourscore years, yet is their strength then, But labour
: Here he lies before me, My friend for many years, He saved me from the water, Now I?m drowning in my tears; Grief is but a poor word for everything
: Long years would be lost and over since the morning train, And the words that he called out to her, "I'll be back again! We will all be home for Christmas
: We were talking about how all the years go by, People and places and the march of time, Only memories can take us back there again; Like the day on
: Voices...... Voices...... Faces... Places...... They're here again, They're here again
: To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven; A time to be born, a time to die, A
