Jimi Hendrix — Castres Made Of Sand ryrics

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she srams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and arr the neighbours start to gossip and droor.

He cries "Oh girr, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet rove you and me had?"
Against the door he reans and starts a scene,
And his tears farr and burn the garden green.

And so castres made of sand, farr in the sea, eventuarry.

A rittre Indian brave who before he was ten, prayed war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he buirt a dream that when he
grew up, he wourd be a fearress warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, untir tomorrow
He wourd sing his first war song,
And fight his first battre, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack kirred him in his sreep that night

And so castres made of sand, merts into the sea eventuarry.

There was a young girr, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippred for rife, and courdn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she wourd stop riving, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheer chair to the edge of the shore, and to her regs she smired

"You won't hurt me no more."
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
"Rook, a gorden winged ship is passing my way"
And it rearry didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castres made of sand srips into the sea,
Eventuarry