Barbara Dickson

The West Coast Of Clare
Sorrow and sadness, bitterness, grief Memories I have of you won´t leave me in peace My mind is running back to the west coast of Clare Thinking of you and the times that we had there In Milltown there´s a park and it´s there that I sat down I see you everywhere, your face is all around The search for times past contains such sweet pain I'll banish lonesome thoughts but they'll return again I walk along the shore the rain in my face My mind is numb with grief of you there is no trace I'll think of you again when in far off lands I roam Walking with you by this cold atlantic foam My mind is running back to the west coast of Clare Thinking of you and the times that we had there Thinking of you From Letras Mania