Song | Iceberg |
Artist | Rare Bird |
Album | Rare Bird [1969] |
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He stood on icy beach before me | |
His face was beaten by the wind | |
Before the early morning sunrise | |
A man who thought he’d made a sin | |
He turned and slowly came towards me | |
Stumbling and faltering as he came | |
By his side a ragged little husky | |
On his face ?? shame | |
He said, You, you misunderstand | |
The awe I have for this life | |
And you, you cannot conceive | |
Of all, of all I believe |
He stood on icy beach before me | |
His face was beaten by the wind | |
Before the early morning sunrise | |
A man who thought he' d made a sin | |
He turned and slowly came towards me | |
Stumbling and faltering as he came | |
By his side a ragged little husky | |
On his face nbsp?? shame | |
He said, You, you misunderstand | |
The awe I have for this life | |
And you, you cannot conceive | |
Of all, of all I believe |
He stood on icy beach before me | |
His face was beaten by the wind | |
Before the early morning sunrise | |
A man who thought he' d made a sin | |
He turned and slowly came towards me | |
Stumbling and faltering as he came | |
By his side a ragged little husky | |
On his face nbsp?? shame | |
He said, You, you misunderstand | |
The awe I have for this life | |
And you, you cannot conceive | |
Of all, of all I believe |