She is walking in the sunset and her father says….
“Don’t go chasing the white cliffs you might slip into the sea
I’m telling you the one you love is miles away somewhere in Spain”
With this red wine I will celebrate his last flight I will telegraph his only son
I will send him my love through the circle of time As he flies back into my open arms
“Don’t go chasing the white cliffs you might slip into the sea
I’m telling you the one you love is miles away somewhere in Spain”
Do you remember when I was wearing my wedding dress I fear I must wear it no more
Now my face is white like the cliffs where he died I’m ready to jump into the sea my love
But the fire is burning strong and I know I’ll keep singing this song
For a thousand years ain’t far away from the silence of the sea.
But I’m not filling his gap l l l let me go I’m not filling his gap
Cause we’ll meet again don’t know where don’t know when
but I know we’ll meet again some sunny some sunny some sunny day
La la la la la
White Cliffs
Katy Carr
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