Real Name: Alastair Ian Stewart Scottish singer-songwriter best known for his song "Year Of The Cat". Born 5th September 1945 in Greenock, Renfrewshire, Scotland.
The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border [Verse 1] On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border [Verse 2] In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away [Verse 3] Late last night the rain was knocking on my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border See Al Stewart Live Get tickets as low as $99 You might also like My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys Taylor Swift Fortnight Taylor Swift 7 Minute Drill J. Cole [Verse 4] In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well [Chorus] The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border [Outro] On the border On the border On the border
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The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
[Verse 1]
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night
The hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
[Verse 2]
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
[Verse 3]
Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought I saw down in the street
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
See Al Stewart Live
Get tickets as low as $99
You might also like
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
Taylor Swift
Fortnight
Taylor Swift
7 Minute Drill
J. Cole
[Verse 4]
In the islands where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
[Chorus]
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
[Outro]
On the border
On the border
On the border
All Stewart for ever and ever .🙋♂️❤💥