Title: Far Far Away Artist: Slade Composers: LEA J/HOLDER N -------------------------------------------
I've seen the yel-low lights go down the Mis-sis-sip-pi I've seen the bridg-es of the world and they're for real I've had a red light off the wrist with-out me even get-ting kissed It still seems so un-real
I've seen the morn-ing in the moun-tains of A-las-ka I've seen the sun-set in the East and in the West I sang the glo-ry that was Rome and passed the 'Hound Dog' sing-er's home It still seems for the best
And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my head up in the clo-uds And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my feet down in the crow-ds Let it loose a-round the wor-ld but the call of home is loud still as loud
I've seen the Paris lights from high upon the Mon-t-martre and felt the si-lence hang-ing low No Man's Land And though those Spanish nights were fine Was-n't on-ly from the wine It still seems all in hand
And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my head up in the clo-uds And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my feet down in the crow-ds Let it loose a-round the wor-ld but the call of home is loud still as loud
I've seen the yel-low lights go down the Mis-sis-sip-pi The Grand Ba-ha-ma Is-land sto-ries car-ry on And though those ali-ga-tor smiles stay in your memo-ry for a while there still seems more to come
And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my head up in the clo-uds And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my feet down in the crow-ds Let it loose a-round the wor-ld but the call of home is loud still as loud
And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my head up in the clo-uds And I'm far, far a-wa-y with my feet down in the crow-ds And I'm far, far a-wa-y but the call of home is loud still as loud