Well, I'm sorry if I questioned your intentions It's just that honesty is awfully hard to find I might end up in an honorable mention Then again, I might
If you're a guy who's had a girl in each and every port And you've forgot the rules of love that life has always taught And if you broke as many hearts
When you're weary, feelin' small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all. I'm on your side, Oh, when times get rough And friends just can't
My days are numbered, soon I have to leave The Norns have stretched my living thread The notion of my demise won't leave me be Why cannot death just set
And now this Rainbow Bridge: an iridescent span of tears - so fragile and yet so strong. Will it support your mortal shells? Or will you fall into the
Across the bridge, there's no more sorrow Across the bridge, there's no more pain The sun will shine across the river And you'll never be unhappy again
When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes; I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be found
From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly. So remotely that one night think it
Written & Recorded by Hank Snow As the twilight shadows deepen Where the weeping willow waves, All alone in tears I'm kneeling O'er my sweetheart's lonely
I have lived a life of sin, in this world I'm living in I have done forbidden things I shouldn't do I ask a beggar along the way if he could tell me where
Instrumental.
Across the bridge where angels dwell Across the bridge where angels Across the bridge where angels dwell Children play Beyond the place where time is
My days are numbered: soon I have to leave The Horns have stretched my living thread The notion of my demise won't leave me be Why cannot death just set
The gracious source of tears. I cherish you. Highly I love the images you create. If I can`t be touched by you, let me dream of you at night. Gloomy
Cross the bridge, go downtown Then cross your heart, and you will find A story never told a reason to grow old? Still don?t know is this for real Still
[Morse, Prince] There's a bridge made of light That crosses between death and life Where shadows walk in the sun And desperate lovers run One day a child