BRENDAN PERRY, Saturdays Child
Eye Of The Hunter (1999) LYRICS: Farewell my child it s time to leave this all behind exchanging the river for the sea. Farewell to Saturday s child, cut loose before his prime, set adrift in the city. Speak to me now of isolation. Feel your way home in the dark. Here comes the old grey man, back bent before his time, tracing figures in the sand. He has no more crosses to bear, sat upon his rocking chair, gazes out toward the sea. Speak to me now of visions seen through a lookingglass mind. Speak o
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