By The Promenade
Thomas Faulwell
Old highway
Abandoned in the wake
Bells that never ring
Hanging by a string
Walk along by the promenade
No way I could have ever thought my love
And how the ships rolled in
And how all I saw was light
Rowboats on the pond
Drifting in the wake
Birds are on the sand
Or diving in the break
Walk along by the promenade
No way I could have ever thought my love
And how the ships rolled in
And how all I saw was light
Walk along by the promenade
No way I could have ever thought my love
And how the ships rolled in
And how all I saw was light
