paroles de chanson Processions - Family
John
Whitney
A
small
boy,
bucket
in
hand.
Building
castles
in
the
sand
Thinking
of
his
life
that
lies
ahead.
An
engine
driver,
sailor,
why
not
a
king
Of
the
sand
castle
as
the
gypsy
woman
said
Taking
a
ride
on
a
dinkie
rail
A
green
engine
that's
old
Could
be
a
royal
procession
through
Big
city
streets
Waving
to
the
crowds
from
a
sand
carpet
of
gold
Shaking
hands
of
the
V.I.R's
one
meets
Sailing
a
toyboat
in
a
rock
pool
Thinking
that
it
could
be
The
Queen
Mary,
passing
the
Cape
Horn
tip.
Something
majestic,
sailing
world
wide
seas.
Attention
please,
I'm
the
captain
of
the
ship
After
all
these
thoughts
and
more
The
boy
returned
to
find
That
the
sandcastles
were
washed
into
the
sea.
Head
in
hands,
eyes
full
of
tears.
And
a
mixed
up
mind.
The
gypsy
woman
can't
foresee
the
years.
1 Scene Through the Eye of a Lens - Bonus Track
2 Gypsy Woman - Bonus Track
3 The Chase
4 Mellowing Grey
5 Never Like This
6 Me My Friend
7 Variation On a Theme of Hey Mr. Policeman
8 Winter
9 Old Songs for New Songs
10 Variation On a Theme of the Breeze
11 Hey Mr Policeman
12 See Through Windows
13 Variation On a Theme of Me My Friend
14 Peace Of Mind
15 Voyage
16 The Breeze
17 3 X Time
18 The Weaver's Answer
19 Observations From A Hill
20 Hung Up Down
21 Summer '67
22 How-Hi-The-Li
23 Second Generation Woman
24 From Past Archives
25 Dim
26 Processions
27 Face in the Cloud
28 Emotions
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