Mike Oldfild Maggie Reilly To France

Taking on water, Sailing a restless sea From a memory, A fantasy. The wind carries Into white water, Far from the islands. Don t you know you re Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever bind you Walking on foreign ground, Like a shadow, Roaming in far off Territory. Over your shoulder, Stories unfold, you re Searching for sanctuary. You know you re Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chan