Storm - Colours of Bubbles, St. Christopher Chamber Orchestra

Tops of the oaks and fir trees flaming gold

I still can hear your voice when shadow falls

Tears in my eyes like diamonds sparkling lights

It’s just like you said: you can’t win the race of life

Oh in this storm we’re grains of sand

Freezing cold water blends

Ocean palms won’t let us go

Tops of the pines and birches burning red

Not much to lose we’re already condemned

Thy silver pearls are rolling down your cheeks

Oh honey please oh darling please tell me is this the end

Oh in this storm we’re grains of sand

Freezing cold water blends

Ocean palms won’t let us go

Unless we learn to float

Oh in this storm we’re grains of sand

Freezing cold water blends

Ocean palms won’t let us go

Unless we learn to float

Oh in this storm we’re grains of sand

Freezing cold water blends

Ocean palms won’t let us go

Won’t let us go

Won’t let us go

Unless we learn to float