His castle was built upon sand
He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
To his castle he did ride;
In the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
And he threw her deep inside;
Then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry,
Brought thunder and lightning, and rain falling down,
Tears on the ground.
But his words were lost in the wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
And all he has is a memory,
And all he yearns is her hand…
Ah ah … all he has is the memory,
And all he yearns is her hand.
Chris de Burgh [youtube.com]
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