The Emigrant He's winging his way to Australia again does he feel the miles at all ? He's bringing his folks a breath of the air that used to blow around them all the silent call is answered threads are torn held by promises they'll touch again His silent eyes betray a sorrow born the years away can steal so much He can take his hands, he can take his dreams he can build his spires a world apart he can sail his hopes down a thousand streams but he can't take his heart He's winging his way to Australia again there's not much further he can fly The telephone waits just a touch away to heal the hurt in his goodbye The silent call.... He can take his hands....

You are viewing the text version of this site.

To view the full version please install the Adobe Flash Player and ensure your web browser has JavaScript enabled.

Need help? check the requirements page.

Get Flash Player