The Falkland Hills ©
John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
2004
Chorus:
The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the sky is sweet
Then April comes and the wanderlust will be feeling in their feet
They would hate to turn to the open road and leave the stars shining on that place
And the silver moon will shine on their eyes and their faces full of grace
Like a gypsy man will sleep in his cart with the canvas overhead
And climb those steps to paradise when it's time for going to bed
You can see them daily sitting on the grass as life goes easing by
But when it's dark it's grand to look at the diamonds in the sky
Chorus
The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the sky is sweet
Then April comes and the wanderlust will be feeling in their feet
They would hate to turn to the open road and leave the stars shining on that place
And the silver moon will shine on their eyes and their faces full of grace
They say that life is a highway and the milestones are the years
And now and again you have to pay and you buy away the tears
They're on a rough road and a long road and it stretches near and far
And it leads into the Falkland Hills that's nearest to a Star
Chorus
The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the sky is sweet
Then April comes and the wanderlust will be feeling in their feet
They would hate to turn to the open road and leave the stars shining on that place
And the silver moon will shine on their eyes and their faces full of grace
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