Dainų žodžiai:
Brothers Four The Sing Of Our Times The Honey Wind Blows

birds fill the skies. All around the cathedral the saints and apostles Look down as she sells her wares. Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling Each time

can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun To light our way to evening when our

If today was not an endless highway I today was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all

Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that dont change come what may But our good times are all gone And Im bound