| Song | Sails |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Empty Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
| I viewed in my presence | |
| My hand on my forehead | |
| And sighting the liners | |
| Of mad merchant seamen | |
| In search of the living | |
| Or the spices of China | |
| Lucy walked gently | |
| Between the damp barrels | |
| And shut out my eyes | |
| With the width of her fingers | |
| Said she'd guessed the number | |
| Of bales in the back room | |
| While the seagulls were screaming | |
| Lucy was eating | |
| Then we hauled up our colours | |
| The way the mother had told us | |
| And together we just watched the sails | |
| Lucy I said | |
| In a passage of cotton kegs | |
| Can we hold hands | |
| I'm sure that it's warmer | |
| Then the gulls ate the crumbs | |
| Of Lucy's sandwich |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| I viewed in my presence | |
| My hand on my forehead | |
| And sighting the liners | |
| Of mad merchant seamen | |
| In search of the living | |
| Or the spices of China | |
| Lucy walked gently | |
| Between the damp barrels | |
| And shut out my eyes | |
| With the width of her fingers | |
| Said she' d guessed the number | |
| Of bales in the back room | |
| While the seagulls were screaming | |
| Lucy was eating | |
| Then we hauled up our colours | |
| The way the mother had told us | |
| And together we just watched the sails | |
| Lucy I said | |
| In a passage of cotton kegs | |
| Can we hold hands | |
| I' m sure that it' s warmer | |
| Then the gulls ate the crumbs | |
| Of Lucy' s sandwich |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| I viewed in my presence | |
| My hand on my forehead | |
| And sighting the liners | |
| Of mad merchant seamen | |
| In search of the living | |
| Or the spices of China | |
| Lucy walked gently | |
| Between the damp barrels | |
| And shut out my eyes | |
| With the width of her fingers | |
| Said she' d guessed the number | |
| Of bales in the back room | |
| While the seagulls were screaming | |
| Lucy was eating | |
| Then we hauled up our colours | |
| The way the mother had told us | |
| And together we just watched the sails | |
| Lucy I said | |
| In a passage of cotton kegs | |
| Can we hold hands | |
| I' m sure that it' s warmer | |
| Then the gulls ate the crumbs | |
| Of Lucy' s sandwich |