Allan Taylor Lyrics
"Carried On The Wind"

It's cold along the coast tonight, the wind is on the rise
There's a storm come up from Africa, and it's tearing up the skies
The sand from the Sahara cuts deep into your skin
Close your eyes so you cannot see what's carried on the wind
The wind, what's carried on the wind

People talk in whispers, people hide their eyes
The wind blows ever stronger, and it covers up their cries
They close down the shutters, they bar the door
But the wind taps at the window, like a painted whore
A whore, like a painted whore

I will hold you close tonight, I will keep you warm
I will keep the dream alive and stand against this storm
As long as I am able, I will not bend
I will be true to you and faithful to the end
The end, and faithful to the end

When the final bell is tolled, will we shake in fear
Raise our glass just a one more time, pretend we didn't hear
We think that we're immortal, somehow the song lives on
Maybe we're still in the wind when everything is gone
Is gone, when everything is gone