Better in time...he pours all he has in a castle made with sand...But the wind and the rain are comin' crashing in... what has he gained in the end...Over a castle in the sand...e poured all he had in a castle made with sand...But the wind and the rain are coming crashing in

Better in time...he pours all he has in a castle made with sand...But the wind and the rain are comin' crashing in... what has he gained in the end...Over a castle in the sand...e poured all he had in a castle made with sand...But the wind and the rain are coming crashing in

Hand in hand...Footprints in the sand...Watch the wind as it plays...When you hear the wind...When the light in my eyes fades away

Hand in hand...Footprints in the sand...Watch the wind as it plays...When you hear the wind...When the light in my eyes fades away

Hand in hand...Footprints in the sand...Watch the wind as it plays...When you hear the wind...When the light in my eyes fades away

ver who was made of sand ...And the wind blew him away ...That look in your eyes, oh no

ile through a crack in the door ...With my feet in the sand and the wind on my back ...She's lying in the back room, cryi...son, one to believe in ...r head and laid her in the bed ...night with diamonds in the air ...I'll say a prayer in my breath and take ...sea with the breeze in the autumn ...She's lying in the back room, cryi...son, one to believe in ...She's lying in the back room, cryi

Maybe well meet in paradise...ail for a castle of sand...The desert wind

In my home of sand ...Well, the wind's so burning hot ...Carve my initials in the light ...Carve my initials in the light ...Sometimes in the depth of the da...In my home of sand ...Well, the wind's so burning hot ...The shelter in your eyes ...In my home of sand ...Well, the wind's so burning hot ...The shelter in your eyes ...In my home of sand ...Well, the wind's so burning hot

't want to miss the sand in my hair, The roll of the tide and the salt in the air Deep inside it's true I'm a home lovin' man Comin' on home to you I don't want to miss the wind in my eyes, The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies Lo, I've traveled far I'm a home loving man, Home is where you are The crowd upon the quayside Their faces long and drawn Are suddenly awakened As we sail in on the dawn The wives, the sons, the lovers, Who never gave up hope All breathe a sigh together As they reach to catch the rope God bless you, southern trades, You got me safely back this time Oh, you'll never have the need again To save this soul of mine I don't want to miss the sand in my hair, The roll of the tide and the salt in the air Deep inside it's true I'm a home lovin' man Comin' on home to you I don't want to miss the wind in my eyes, The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies Lo, I've traveled far I'm a home loving man, Home is where you are I don't want to miss the sand in my hair, The roll of the tide and the salt in the air Deep inside it's true I'm a home lovin' man Comin' on home to you I don't want to miss the wind in my eyes, The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies Lo, I've traveled far I'm a home loving man, Home is where you are Yes, I don't want to miss the sand in my hair, The roll of the tides and the salt in the air Deep insid

Before she sleeps in the sand?...y friend is blowin' in the wind...e answer is blowin' in the wind...y friend is blowin' in the wind...e answer is blowin' in the wind...y friend is blowin' in the wind...e answer is blowin' in the wind...Before she sleeps in the sand?...y friend is blowin' in the wind...e answer is blowin' in the wind

Stuck in my room so lonely ...Time to find some sand and sky ... wanna grab all the wind and fly ...Time to find some sand and sky ... wanna grab all the wind and fly ...Time to find some sand and sky ... wanna grab all the wind and fly [Repeat: x

In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May ...In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May ...In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end

Gypsy woman deepest in the world...That like sand becomes a diamond...Before the wind...In the treasure of the...That like sand becomes a diamond...Before the wind...I sit in deep reflection...Then becomes sand and lies there nake...Before the wind

Gypsy woman deepest in the world...That like sand becomes a diamond...Before the wind...In the treasure of the...That like sand becomes a diamond...Before the wind...I sit in deep reflection...Then becomes sand and lies there nake...Before the wind