Blue created blue, fifty shades of blue Blue created blue, fifty shades of blue (et bleu créa le bleu) Et bleu créa la fleur de lys Les reines, Catherine, les impératrices Marie-Louise, oh Joséphine Tous les châteaux, Versailles, Bordeaux, Champagne Et

When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down But I did what I did before love came to town When love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train I was a sailor, I was lost at sea I was under the waves Before love

Sail on honey, good times never felt so good Sail on ooo honey Sail on down the line 'bout-a half-a mile or so, And-a don't really wanna know-a where you're goin' Maybe once or twice, you see, time after time I tried-a to, to hold on to what we got,

We'll set sail Dead man tell no tales It's like nowhere else Put it on a wall it'll still be there We'll pull the ropes off the boat We'll throw 'em up on the dock We'll let the stars be our God No we don't need no clock Yeah, I see you there wind in

How I still hang around here And there's nothing to hold me And be on his way Isn't it hard sometimes Isn't it lonely? A couple of young girls went Sailing down A1A Into the arms of Florida Sailing down a highway

You can still see the sight On a winter's night Of his wake in the light of the moon If the wind turns right If you don't take fright You can smell that French perfume From Fortune he did sail He rode the waves from St. Pierre It's of a bold young

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone Far beyond the dreams of everyone No light to follow A shot in the dark Does anybody know? High from the heavens I can't see the pain Does anybody care? Our truth is painted across the sky

Sail away tomorrow Sailin' far away To find it steal or borrow But I'll be there someday, yeah Time will show When, I don't know If you're driftin' on an empty ocean With no wind to fill your sail The future, your horizon

The answer is blowin' in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly

My heart retires far early Away these foreign lands She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye A gold breath on a wire A sing soft sail in the other room A red hot cleansing fire My cold feet warm in a straight line Dancing Spanish Hands She's a yellow girl,