Track 11 from The Other Country
From the high-rises the tall wind speaks
Of hurrying stars and lonely dreamsWhen will you find me in the winding streets
The angry traffic and the rushing feetI’ll wear the green coat with the collar down
bright jade buttons in the dark grey crowdyou’re bound to see me if you wait a while
wait on the corner with your winning smileI have a small flat on the 7th floor
Beside the park, it has a yellow doorWe’ll climb the stairs, the lift it never works
We’ll cook fajitas and we’ll hear the birdscircling and calling we won’t need to stir
from the top of this high rise till the evening blursBlack tea or coffee which do you prefer?
From the high-rises the tall wind speaks
Of hurrying stars and lonely dreams
Words by Linda Rose Parkes
Music by Esther Rose Parkes
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