2.Many Moons Ago
It was many, many moons ago when the Queen of Soul was still
very young, when I made my name among the poets and the dreamers
with a song about the promised land. Well, my hands they were
tied, and my feet they were in chains, but my voice remained as
free as a bird. So I sang like there was no such thing as
tomorrow, and the Queen of Soul she hung on every word. But that
was many, many moons ago. So many, many moons ago. When I made
my name among the poets and the dreamers with a song about the
promised land.
It was many many moons ago, when the dream of love was still
very young. And she came to me among a sea of troubled souls
with a song about the promised land. Newlywed and contraband
with hands to overthrow, but where she learned to dance so slow,
heaven only knows. But it was many, many moons ago. So many,
many moons ago. When I made my name among the poets and the
dreamers with a song about the promised land.
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