Mike Oldfield - To France
Talking on water
Sailing a restless sea
]from a memory
A fantasy
The wind carries
Into white water
Fare from the islands
Don’t you know you’re
Never going to get to france
Mary queen of chance will they find you
Never going to get to france
Could a new romance ever bind you
Walking on foreign ground
Like a shadow
Roaming in far off
Territory
Over your shoulder
Stories unfold you’re
Searching for sanctuary
You know you’re
Never going to get to france
Mary queen of chance will they find you
Never going to get to france
Could a new romance ever bind you
I see a picture
By the lamp’s flicker
Isn’t it strange
How dreams fade and shimmer
Never going to get to france
Mary queen of chance will they find you
Never going to get to france
Could a new romance ever bind you
I see a picture
By the lamp’s flicker
Isn’t it strange
How dreams fade and shimmer
Never going to get to france
Mary queen of chance will they find you
Never going to get to france
Could a new romance ever bind you
Never going to get to france