Слова:
Fish Sunset Hill

the trees 'cause my forest was burning I couldn't see the bridges for the fire in my eyes They sold me the view from the hill Sold me the view from the hill

see him again I remember when We made love On the jetty in the rain. When the fishing boats would Come back in At the end of the day He'd run up the hill

good day I will walk to woodman's cove The fishing boats are leaving Seagulls follow just above the water I will wait until the sunset Brings them

Sunshine coming through Rainbow coloured sky Paints pretty pictures in my mind Oh what a good day to go fishing And catch the sunset in the hills Dream

. Fish In A Sunbeam, In Eggshell Seas. Fish In A Sunbeam. Eggshell Finish. Natures Lover Climbs The Primrose Hill, Smiles At The Sky Watching The Sunset

Fish In A Sunbeam, In Eggshell Seas. Fish In A Sunbeam. Eggshell Finish. Natures Lover Climbs The Primrose Hill, Smiles At The Sky Watching The Sunset

Counting. Fish In A Sunbeam, In Eggshell Seas. Fish In A Sunbeam. Eggshell Finish. Natures Lover Climbs The Primrose Hill, Smiles At The Sky Watching The Sunset