Dan McCafferty Lyrics

Dan McCafferty Lyrics

"My Sunny Island Lyrics"

Burial At Sea Lyrics
Skull and crossbones – a field of black Thunder roars – lightning cracks A phantom ship – she appears Lost horizons – suddenly near Neptune please help me Don't w

A brown-skin girl wipes the suit from her window
Just to watch the sun rise over big city skies
Her falther awakes "Cuffs" lights his first cigarette
You know he's got to go when that factory whistle blows
So he walks out into the streets
And all of his friends that he meets
Wonder why did they ever leave their sunny island

The wind blows cold with
Talking To My Angel Lyrics
Don't be afraid Close your eyes Lay it all down Don't you cry Can't you see I'm going Where I can see the sun rise I've been talking to my angel And he said that it's
it brings the snows
You live in hand to mouth next winter you move South
If your number falls or if you work those extra hours
But you only live in a dream
That carries you back on its wings
And all your friends just sit around the bar
And sing about your sunny island

And there ain't no surf
It's the sidewalks on 42nd street
And the natives down there
Bicycle Lyrics
I can’t find my bicycle how did I get home It hurts to hold my head to the phone Where’d all my money go can you tell me did I lose it Lose it all don’t you know Man I
BR> They ain't so friendly
In fact they would stick you
For the shoes on your feet
Just make you want to retreat
To your sunny island

The traffic eats the streets you're running from the heat
That keeps coming down pushing you into the ground
You're learning far too late your children learn to hate
The way you live but you got nomore to give
And in dockla
Lastlight Lyrics
At first light lay proud foundations. Sense the greatness that before you unfolds. Seek no more for hollow answers. Answers that lay within you all along. Farewell to dawns seen t
d they still arrive
With promised land in their eyes
And you just wish you could live out your life
On your sunny island

And there ain't no surf
It's the sidewalks on 42nd street
And the natives down there
They ain't so friendly
In fact they would stick you
For the shoes on your feet
Just make you want to retreat
To your sunny island