Текст песни Working For A Nuclear Free City - Quiet place
Cross the lines down shifting lights
Catch it's breath a stream of life
The tallest trees stretch to the sea
And to the edge where shadows meet
A quiet place and nature's way
A season comes and whispers life
Still born again into golden dreams
A Hiding place beneath blue skies
Cross the lines down shifting lights
Catch it's breath a stream of life
The tallest trees stretch to the sea
And to the edge where shadows meet
