Clannad - The hunter

Tekst :

Hear a man with a wounded past
While walking on I overheard
He said he was right by being wrong

Hear a man with a wounded child
He lifted her and then she cried
He said he was right by being strong
He was right there all along

He said he was right by being wrong
He was right there all along

The Hunter

The Hunter
Nothing but his might

The Hunter
Nothing but a man

The Hunter

Inne utwory

  • Lish young buy
  • Theme from harrys game
  • The last rose of summer
  • Struggle
  • In a lifetime
  • Soul searcher
  • Turning tide
  • An gabhar ban
  • Of this land
  • The wild cry
  • Indoor
  • Siuil a run
  • Samain night
  • Caislean oir
  • Herne
  • Losowe utwory

    Rush Rush

    You re the whisper of a summer breeze
    You re the kiss that puts my soul at ease
    What I m saying is I m in to you
    Here s my story and the story goes
    You give love, you get love and more than
    Heaven knows you re gonna...

    Just kiss me

    Just kiss me, just kiss me you fool
    just show me, stop acting so cool
    The time is right, for us tonight
    make my dreams come true

    Just kiss me, just kiss me you fool
    Just hold me, and love is the tool
    our star is bright, let´s make...

    Of this land

    How gentle was the breeze
    That Surrounded the way
    How loud the sea s roar on the four

    Winds everyday

    Sharing love, wounded gifts from
    Ancient long ago

    Together they closed in the circles we know
    Will we treasure all the secrets with life s changing scenes
    Where our hearts were warm with love

    So much love

    Will the flowers...

    High fidelity

    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond
    The new vaga...bond

    Come to come to come to come to come to come to
    Come to come to come to come...

    Goons of hazzard

    Happy hour belongs to America s best-loved thugs
    Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises
    Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers
    We couldn t find a chick to sit in the middle
    So we drink ourselves sick
    Lean out the windows and...