| Mike Brosnan | |
| "Beneath Southland Skies" | |
| BENEATH SOUTHLAND SKIES Gale blows in. Off the sea Across the Catlins coast. To you and me. Rain on the window. Beating time Distant song of the old wind chime Chorus I’m in your arms. You hold me tight We’re making love by the firelight There ain’t no place I’d rather be Secure and warm. Beneath Southland skies Grey moon, black clouds Cross the dark sky like flying shrouds Coming day’s a far-off dream Another page in nature’s scheme Chorus I’m in your arms. You hold me tight Making love by the fire’s light Ain’t no place I’d rather be Secure and warm. Beneath Southland skies |
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