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Chris De Burgh Footsteps

fly, And from that mountain I reached for the sky; Through tears and good times, I found my way; Those years are calling me again; Then I hear footsteps

: 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

: I hear the drums echoing tonight, But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation, She's coming in twelve-thirty flight, Her moonlit wings reflect

: The long and winding road that leads to your door, Will never disappear, I've seen that road before; It always leads me here, Lead me to your door;

: Corrina, Corrina, Where?ve you been so long? Corrina, Corrina, Where?ve you been so long? I?m in love with you baby, Baby, please come home; I?ve

: ?There must be some way out of here," Said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief, Businessmen, they drink my wine

: It?s a lesson too late for the learning, Made of sand, made of sand, In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, In your hand, in your hand; Are you

: Where have all the flowers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago, Where have all the flowers gone, Picked by young

Long long time ago, I can still remember, How that music used to make me smile; And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance,