Standing on my land, I feel like a stranger.
I hope you know how I feel now while I'm singing this blues..
You know that I'm strong. But I don't have the power.
I must have lost it somewhere somehow along the cliffs..
At the breaks of day I fall down like the timbers.
And afraid not any more wake to see the horizon neath the rainbow bridge..
Oh I roared ! oh yes! I'd been roaring out loud thunders.
Till now we really need is lightening to lit the road to the mountain-ma-ma,
and the old old heart..
I hope you know how I feel now while I'm singing this blues..
You know that I'm strong. But I don't have the power.
I must have lost it somewhere somehow along the cliffs..
At the breaks of day I fall down like the timbers.
And afraid not any more wake to see the horizon neath the rainbow bridge..
Oh I roared ! oh yes! I'd been roaring out loud thunders.
Till now we really need is lightening to lit the road to the mountain-ma-ma,
and the old old heart..