Let the light, From the lighthouse, Let it shine on me I wonder, I wonder, if the light from the lighthouse, would shine Would shine on me Here is my
Last thing I remember Last thing I remember Last thing I remember Somebody was laughing in my ear Last thing I remember The sun was coming up Last thing
Wagons rolled out under darkened skies The sun refused to shine Four-hundred people full of hopes and dreams In 1849 They waved goodbye, women dried
One fine morning, girl, I'll wake up Wipe the sleep from my eyes Go outside and feel the sunshine Then I know I'll realize That as long as you love me
You think that I'd like to make it with you, girl But it's against my better judgment to do it And you think that I know how good it would be You think
Sittin' stoned alone in my backyard Askin' myself why should I work so hard? Sittin' dreamin' 'bout the days to come Half-undressed, just soakin' up the
Tired of bein' pushed, bumped and turned around Listenin' to the people fightin' next floor down Tryin' to find fresh air to breathe just can't be done
Walkin' down by the river Hangin' down my head I chanced to stop for a moment A stranger beckoned and then he said: "Walk down the road of life, a-happy
(Joseph) Seven years of bumper crops are on their way Years of plenty, endless wheat and tons of hay Your farms will boom, there won't be room To store
(Narrator) Guess what? In his bed Pharaoh Had an uneasy night He had had a dream that pinned him To his sheets with fright No-one knew the meaning of
(Narrator) Pharaoh, he was A powerful man With the ancient world In the palm of his hand To all intents and purposes he Was Egypt with a capital E Whatever
Down here under the lighthouse Upstairs, I see for miles Keep my name under the white out Just let me miss you all the while Now, I sit here with your
Away out in Egypt in the valley of kings Where the mummified pharaohs Pretend dead in their sleep Don't touch, never ever steal Unless you're in for
All thoughts All thoughts All thoughts The way clouds drift on a warm summer afternoon House is burning, she is so cold Hands of steel, they're hands
Last night I dreamt that ra was holding up a mirror To my heart but all was darkness so I prayed to all the gods that I might see And as they showed
I wanna sing, While the ocean sleeps I wanna feel, what its like to be free I wanna see, what you see in me I wanna know, how it feels to believe Cus
If she could be the muse 2 the Pharaoh Then one day she might be queen If like Sheba, she then could bring presents and wine The helix, he might get