On a BEA Trident Jet by Paul Durcan Lyrics
The shadows of the Pyrenees on the clouds,
Husbands awake about sleeping wives,
These are the regions beyond calculation,
Your wife is sleeping because she is your wife.
A marriage is a March overture to superstition
And then when you lose it - your life -
And pieces of it are washed up on some foreign shore
People will know it was yours.
Husbands awake about sleeping wives,
These are the regions beyond calculation,
Your wife is sleeping because she is your wife.
A marriage is a March overture to superstition
And then when you lose it - your life -
And pieces of it are washed up on some foreign shore
People will know it was yours.