On The Border(Live) - Al Stewart

[00:00.0]On The Border (Live) - Al Stewart
[01:07.34]Written by：Al Stewart
[02:14.68]The fishing boats go out across the evening water
[02:19.0]Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
[02:23.57]The wind whips up the waves so loud
[02:25.84]The ghost moon sails among the clouds
[02:27.87]Turns the rifles into silver on the border
[02:39.37]On my wall the colours of the maps are running
[02:43.7]From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
[02:48.32]The torches flare up in the night
[02:50.19]The hand that sets the farms alight
[02:52.49]Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
[02:59.6]In the village where I grew up
[03:01.64]Nothing seems the same
[03:03.96]Still you never see the change from day to day
[03:08.26]And no one notices the customs slip away
[03:24.25]Late last night the rain was knocking at my window
[03:28.72]I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
[03:33.25]I thought I saw down in the street
[03:34.95999]The spirit of the century
[03:37.26]Telling us that we're all standing on the border
[03:44.52]In the islands where I grew up
[03:46.53]Nothing seems the same
[03:48.94]It's patterns just that remain
[03:50.38]An empty shell
[03:53.14]But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
[04:09.27]The fishing boats go out across the evening water
[04:13.61]Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
[04:18.16]The wind whips up the waves so loud
[04:20.15]The ghost moon sails among the clouds
[04:22.5]Turns the rifles into silver on the border
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