Song | Sails |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Empty Sky |
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 |