Fathoms Deep

From the east a dust cloud rose - dark against the sky I knew then they were after us By noon next day we came upon a well that had run dry I preyed then for a miracle I thought back to the time - an island fresh and green The sun in your hair - your

Hold me close my little lamb Fortune favours the brave and I love you so much But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind Are the very ones I didn't want to find. Secretly the past comes in Poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad And the life