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  SANTANA & ROB THOMAS
  Samba Pa Ti

 

 

 

  SANTANA & ROB THOMAS
  Samba Pa Ti
STING
All This Time
I looked out across the river today
Saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
Saw the sad shire horses
Walking home in the sodium light
Two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night

All this time the river flowed
Endlessly, to the sea
If I had my way
I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man
I'd bury him at sea

Blessed are the poor for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor than be a fat man in the eye of a needle
As these words were spoken
I swear I hear the old man laughing
What good is a used up world
And how could it be worth having?

All this time the river flowed
Endlessly, like a silent tear
All this time the river flowed
Father, if Jesus exists
Then how come he never lived here?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Teachers told us the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple on the edge of the
Empire garrison town
They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled till all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found

All this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way
I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
They only get better one by one
One by one
One by one, by one
One by one

I looked out across...