Far Beyond These Castle Walls

Somewhere,
A lonely girl lies weeping.
A lonely man tries sleeping,
But he's getting nowhere.

Sometime,
It may be close to morning.
She thought she heard him calling,
But there's nobody there.

And somehow, somehow,
He knows he's got to try

To hold on.
Somewhere she's crying for him.
Hold on.
Someday her smile will call him.
Hold on.
There's someone out there trying for him.
Somehow,
Sometime,
Somewhere.

Somewhere,
Again she sleeps alone.
He is reaching for the phone
But he's calling no one.

Oh sometime,
She's dreaming of her lover.
It really can't be over
We've only just begun.

And somehow, somehow,
I know i've go to try

To hold on.
Somewhere she's crying for me.
Hold on.
Someday her smile will call me.
Hold on.
There's someone out there trying for me.
Somehow,
Sometime,
Somewhere.

Hold on.
Hold on.

Somehow,
Sometime,
Somewhere.

Good morning, blue rider, and how was your night?
Did you meet a nice woman, did she make you feel alright?

I heard you came in from the country, looking for a good time.
You walked round the hot spots, and you met some good friends of mine.

Oh mojo, come here, give my friend a glass of wine, strange flavour,
That's right, it's a new recipe of mine- c'mon.

Pull up a chair, i want you to hear,
Have no fear and i'll tell you what goes on here.

I pick people up off the roadside, and lift them high in the sky,
There's no sense in walking on the wrong side, you gotta live before you die
Anything that takes your fancy, you can have for free,
Wine, women and dancing, but you've got to sell your soul to me,
'cos once you are in, you'll never get out from sin city, sin city.

Good morning, blue rider, and how was your night?
Did you get the best deal from your body, did she make you feel alright?
Well she did 'cos she's my friend...

I pick people up off the roadside, and lift them high in the sky,
There's no sense in walking on the wrong side, you gotta live before you die
Anything that takes your fancy, you can have for free,
Wine, women and dancing, but you've got to sell your soul to me,
'cos once you are in, you'll never get out from sin city, sin city.

Where your love is, put your heart, guard these moments well,
Where your dreams are, put your hopes, you know they will not fail you,
When the sun rises in the morning, you will wake up and find her yawning,
When the wind blows strong and cold, she'll be with you until you grow old,
Where your love is, put your heart, oh what would you do
If your dreams came true?

I would build a lovely house with satin green shutters, it would be lovely
The most lovely house in the world...
And i would sing a lovely song with you in my mind, and you in my eyes,
The most lovely song in the world...
I would write it down on the wall, just for you, just for you;
And i would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days.

When you're sad and feeling low, you're on your own with nowhere to go,
Make believe that she is gone, play your guitar and write a song for her,
Write down the words about how you cried when you woke up weeping,
'cos you thought that she had died, and you heard her breathing,
Through your pain and you held her close and cried all over again;
Where your love is, put your heart, oh what would you do
If your dreams came true?

And inside my lovely house with satin green shutters, there would
Be children,
The most lovely children in the world...
And even when skies are grey, we would be happy, for we have love,
The most lovely love in the world;
I would write it down on the wind, just for you, just for you;
And i would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days.

When the angry sky, opens up its mouth,
And lays down a belt of rain from the north to the south;
Close your windows and close all your doors,
And pray for those men who fall upon rocky shores.

And when the hungry road, points its finger at your heart,
And says "stranger follow me, i will show you where to start;"
Well don't make a move, to the left or the right, or them
Hounds are gonna get you, send you running, screaming through
The stormy night.

And one windy night, a flickering light, caught the eye of
A passing angel as she was in flight; she came to the
Door, and there she saw a young soldier crying, as he
Lay dying from a wound of war.

Then the angel of the lord, took the form of a girl,
And knelt by the boy and said "i will help you to that other world
Oh rest your weary soul, lay your head upon my shoulder,
Press your trembling hand in mine until this night is over,
For that devil wants you, but you are a soldier, and with a
Friend by your side there's no need to hide until the fight is
Over..."
Na na na na oh lord on this windy night
Na na na na oh lord on this windy night.

So if you need help, on a windy night, be sure to leave a
Candle burning so a friend can see the light; there may be a
Stranger come looking for you, and it may be an angel of the
Lord come to bring you better news;
On a windy night...
Na na na na oh lord on this windy night...
Oh hear me, hear me lord, oh lord on my windy night...
Oh hear me lord, oh lord on my windy night.

Flying, i thought i'd never learn that flying
I thought i'd spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...

Lying, i thought i'd never keep from lying,
I thought i'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Crying, i thought i'd never stop that crying,
I thought i'd always dream of dying
For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh dying, i thought i'd never see that dying,
I thought i'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Sighing, i thought i'd never keep from sighing
I thought i'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And trying, i thought i'd spend my seasons trying,
I thought i could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round

Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh, and dying, oh oh,
For dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...