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Road To Gold
The way we are, the way we want to be
We came so far, and still I need to reach
That horizon and everything we dreamed
The road to gold is reaching out from me
Pure white, deep blue, we’re cutting through the sea
Another year, we’re beneath the southern sky
Where a sheer blinding sun can daze my eyes
Go for gold, bring it home
We can build a better universe
In the ground, all around
In the streams and in the naked earth
And the treasure in our blackened hands is real
From the smile on your face
From the wide open space
From the warmth of the water in the streams
From the soil in your hands
From the roll of the land
From the taste of the rain it’s not a dream
Go for gold, bring it home
We can build a better universe
In the ground, all around
In the streams and in the naked earth
This is ours, here’s the scars
We can show you what it’s truly worth
‘cause the treasure in our blackened hands is real
And our aching eyes can see that it’s all real
And our weary backs can feel at last it’s real
Written by William Jones
Published by Summerhouse Music Ltd
Tell Tell Tell
Tell me what you’re thinking
You haven’t said a word all day
Or how you’re feeling
If I could find a way to
Reach inside that silent world and
Take what I could learn from you I would
Tell me all your secrets
I promise not to breathe a word
The dark and deepest
Pretend I never heard
The doubts you hide inside yourself
And if I can I’ll try to change your mind
The fears and the uncertainties
And if I’m wrong then will you show me why?
Tell tell tell me everything
Don’t know know know what’s happening
Please please please give me a clue
Say yeah yeah yeah or what I need to do
Tell me what you’re dreaming
When you wake in seven hours
We’ll guess the meaning
I wish I had the power
To see inside that tangled mind
And read the secret words and signs you make
Tell tell tell me everything
Don’t know know know what’s happening
Please please please give me a clue
Say yeah yeah yeah or what I need to do
Tell tell tell me everything
But let let let’s not make a scene
What what what’s the latest news?
Is blah blah blah the only words you use?
Written by William Jones
Published by Summerhouse Music Ltd
Bad Place
It’s a long way
Back to the old days
And when you reach home
You’ll feel like you’ve never been gone
You’re in a bad place
That’s such a sad face
How could you fall down so low
Where did you get it all wrong?
This is a dark hole
December’s so cold
You need to wait for the light
Till you open the door
Go through the hard times
Pray for the sunshine
And when it comes
You don’t hope for anything more
You hide your face from the world
You get away from it all
You find a place and a name
That nobody knows
You try to sleep while it’s light
Just lie awake through the night
You spend the days counting time
And watching the snow
You’ll come through the rain
Till you can feel the sun again
There’ll be the day
When you can throw it all away
And leave all the ghosts
And the devils behind
It’s such a harsh road
To carry your load
You’ve travelled way past the point
That nobody finds
Is this a dead end?
Where are your old friends?
So did they all let you down
Or did you leave them behind?
So can you feel it?
Do you believe it?
So have you dreamed it?
Do you really mean it?
Do you still want it?
You think you’ve got it?
You’ll come through the rain
Till you can feel the sun again
There’ll be the day
When you can throw it all away
And hold your dreams and your hopes
But you can leave all the ghosts
And the devils behind
It’s a long way
Back to the old days
Come through the rain
Till you can feel the sun again
You’re in a bad place
That’s such a sad face
There’ll be the day
When you can throw it all away
This is a dark hole
December’s so cold
And then it’s gone
And you can meet the golden dawn
And leave all the ghosts and the devils behind
Written by William Jones
Published by Summerhouse Music Ltd
Red Turns Blue
Even on a dreary day
There’s something that can shake the grey away and
Leaves are deep across the park
I’ll stay until the street lights fade to darkness
The photos on my phone I saved are all you
Reading every word you wrote, they’re so true
Frozen in the snowbound square
Daydreams that can fly me anywhere and
Never mind the Sunday walk
I’d rather sit and just pretend we’re talking
This could be a day to stay on my own
Counting out the empty hours all alone
The colours in my mind are just a blur
The same as all these endless jumbled words
Every time I think of you
Red turns blue, red turns blue, red turns blue
Red turns blue
The music in my mind is just a noise
Yelling like a thousand scrambled voices
Every time I think of you
Red turns blue, red turns blue, red turns blue
Red turns blue
Written by William Jones
Published by Summerhouse Music Ltd