Chris Smither
Brazil
He was not too hard to handleSo she gave him the kindness of her handHe had the smooth skin of a girlAnd he moved like water through the sandOut along the green fieldsHe said I do she said I willLooking forwardHeaded for the coast of Brazil Through the eye of a curtained windowShe framed the portrait of her worldShe'd watch as the sun stood waitingShe called herself a shadow of a girlAutumn kissed the summerShe packed her things in the morning chillLeft the lace in the window wavingHeaded for the coast of Brazil He lived the life of a beggarBut he was born a banker's only sonHe was born an angel without wingsTo the lady of Spain in old San JuanDown at the harborThey held their breath and stood stillThen they boarded a slow boatHeaded for the coast of Brazil Letras de cancionesPray for the faithfulPray for the dream that never restsPray for the pilgrimsPray for the hope inside the breastPray for the good onesHeaven never has it's fillPray for the ones still waitingHeaded for the coast of BrazilPray for the ones still waitingHeaded for the coast of Brazil
From Letras Mania