Whatever happened to Christmas?. It's gone and left no traces. Whatever happened to the faces or the glow. Whatever happened to Christmas?. To Christmas way of living?.
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride. With sword and pistol by my side. Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade. Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
I am a lineman for the county. And I drive the main road. Searchin' in the sun for another overload. I hear you singin' in the wire,. I can hear you through the whine.
See her how she flies. Golden sails across the sky. Close enough to touch. But careful if you try. Though she looks as warm as gold. The moon's a harsh mistress.
Tell us once again this morning. Old friend how did you win the war. Everybody loves a hero. It don't matter if they've heard the tale before. . And tell us of the time.
This is just our little memo. To remind you of my demo. Put in the mail a week ago. Haven't heard it on the radio. . Good mornin', song seller. I suppose we've got it made.
(Rogrio Flausino/Marco Tlio). Se liga ai my brother. No da moleza no. Trilha a tua estrada. A tua direo. Se liga ai my brother. No perca tempo no. Levanta essa cabea e vai.
When our love was new. Through spring's first morning sun. We'd run, only beginning. . I never gave a thought. That sun and seasons change. It's strange, so soon it's the ending.
If these old walls. If these old walls could speak. What a tale it had to tell. Hard headed people raising hell. A couple in love living week to week.
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?. Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?. We could float among the stars together, you and I. For we can fly we can fly up, up and away.
By the time I get to Phoenix. She'll be rising. She'll find the note. I left hanging on her door. . She'll laugh when she reads the part. That says I'm leaving.