(Gary Moore/Jack Bruce)
Maybe the sun will keep on shining
Maybe the stars fall from the skies
Where there's a river flowing There is no way of
knowing Where it goes, no one knows.
Maybe the rain will go on falling
Maybe the rain maountains touch the skies
Where there's a cold wind blowing
There is no way of knowing; where it goes, no one
knows.
Living alone in the city
All of our dreams left behind
In every life there are seasons of laughter and
sorrow.
Where in the world did our love go?
Where did our dreams choose to hide?
Where in the world did our love go?
When did our dreams say goodbye?
Living alone in the city
All of our dreams left behind
In every life there are seasons of laughter and
sorrow.
Where in the world did our love go?
Where did our dreams choose to hide?
Where in the world did our love go?
When did our dreams say goodbye?
Where in the world
Where in the world
Where in the world did our love go?