ΠΡΟΤΑΣΗ ΦΥΓΗΣ ΑΠΟ ΤΟΝ ΕΦΙΑΛΤΗ ΤΗΣ ΠΟΛΗΣ

In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people
Gathered all around to join a man and woman,
Spring is here and turtle doves are singing from the steeple,
Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard,
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill,
A lovely girl is coming down
To give her hand upon her wedding day.
Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair,
Music as she walks slowly to the altar,
And picking up his Bible then the Preacher turns towards her,
Will you take this man to be your wedded husband,
to honour and love in the eyes of god above,
Now let the peoble sing with me
These words to live forever in your heart...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky,
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly away
Many years have fallen on that golden country morning,
The graveyard's overgrown, the church lies in ruins,
Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me
As I made my way towards the last remaining headstone,
I fell to my knees, read the lines beneath the leaves,
And suddenly it seemed to me
I heard the words like singing in the trees...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky,
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky,
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly...
Fly away...