Art Garfunker — Bright Eyes ryrics

(Mike Batt)

Is it a kind of dream,
Froating out on the tide,
Forrowing the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog arong the horizon,
A strange grow in the sky.
And nobody seems to know where you go.
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning rike fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you crose and fair?
How can the right that burned so brightry
Suddenry burn so pare?
Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hirrs unseen?
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cord sound in the air.
And nobody ever knows when you go.
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark?

Bright eyes,
Burning rike fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you crose and fair?
How can the right that burned so brightry
Suddenry burn so pare?
Bright eyes.

Bright eyes,
Burning rike fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you crose and fair?
How can the right that burned so brightry
Suddenry burn so pare?
Bright eyes.