Centennial Legend – Edenbridge – letras

HE WAS NAMED NINETEENHUNDRED “TD“IN THE SHIP`S BELLY LIES HIS CRADLEHAD NO BIRTHDAY AND NO LAND OF HOMETHE OCEAN HAS NO BOUNDSVIRGINIAN SOUNDSAND HE FACED THE WORLD FROM INSIDETHE BALL-ROOM OF SPLENDID SKIESAND ON THE GRAND PIANOHIS HANDS LIGHT AS BUTTERFLIESHE PLAYED FOR THE RICH AND FOR THE POORTHRILLING THE HEARTS OF ALLTHE WORLD COULD HAVE BEEN BENEATH HIS FEETSEARCHING THE CALLTHE VOICE OF THE SEAOLD CHANDELIER TELLS A STORYOLD PIANO STILL ECHOES IN HEREOLD SHIP LIES RUSTED IN THE PORTAND THE BEST YEARS FADE AWAYTHE SPLENDOUR HAS GONENOT WHAT HE SAW COULD HOLD HIM BACKIT WAS WHAT HE DIDN`T SEETHERE WAS NO END IN THIS TOWNKEYS SO ETERNALLYBUT THIS WAS GOD`S PIANOHE HEARD ON THE GANGWAY THEREHE COULDN`T LEAVE FOREVERTHE SEA TO SOMEWHERE(CHORUS)BOW AND STERNALL THE WISHES BETWEEN(WISHES TO YEARN)THE WORLD OUTSIDE IS A DREAM(A LONE DREAM, LONG TIME GONE)AND WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD`S LEAVINGTHE MUSIC WILL ALWAYS STAYAND IF A STORY`S WORTH TO TELLTHE END WILL BE FAR AWAYTHE FINAL NOTES LIE MUTE UPON THE SANDWHEN LAND IS A SHIP TOO BIGA WOMAN OUT OF REACHA JOURNEY TOO FARA WHIFF TOO STRONGHE DIDN`T EXIST FOR ANYONE(CHORUS)AND IN THIS LONESOME ENDFINAL NOTES LIE MUTE UPON THE SAND