No, we'll never have money
And we'll never have mansions
But we have each other warm
Wandering in a storm
And we'll never have treasure
Or dreams we cannot measure
But we'll hear the fleeting song
Beyond that, fading long
Like the law of the letter
We'll never have the better
Endless journey on long roads
No clear fair way one holds
And we'll never see free land
And we'll never see sweet land
But there's dreamlike scenery
Summer's green beckons me
So just like in a rare dream
We can be what we want to be
And gold is the color of road
And sun burns out the cold
And just like in those rare dreams
We'll wish with tears it seems
That we'll live in other realms
That the wind guides our sails
No, we'll never have money...
Instrumental
Worked on:
1985
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