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And it's too hard to cross. And even though I know the river is wide. I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore. And try to cross to the opposite side. So I can finally find out what I've been looking for. In the middle of the night. I go walking in my sleep. Through the valley of fear.
And it's too hard to cross. And even though I know the river is wide. I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore. And try to cross to the opposite side. So I can finally find out what I've been looking for. In the middle of the night. I go walking in my sleep. Through the valley of fear.
River of Dreams is the twelfth studio album by American singer-songwriter Billy Joel, released on August 10, 1993. River of Dreams presented a more serious tone than found in Joel's previous albums, dealing with issues such as trust and long-lasting love. It was rumored that the themes of trust and betrayal, particularly certain lyrics from the ...
River of dreams take me with you tonight Lying in your arms we'll drift to Islands of wonder that gleam and glow under the stars As we glide through the dark To the heart of the night River of dreams gently hold me again I remember all you told me All of the secrets you whispered as we crept away From the daylight and melted back into the night ...
And it's too hard to cross. And even though I know the river is wide. I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore. And try to cross to the opposite side. So I can finally find out what I've been looking for. In the middle of the night. I go walking in my sleep. Through the valley of fear.
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river That runs to the promised land In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep Though the desert of truth To the river so deep We all end in the ocean We all start in the streams We're all carried along By the river of dreams In the middle of the night
River Of Dreams In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep From the mountains of faith To a river so deep I must be looking for something Something sacred I lost But the river is wide And it's too hard to cross And even though I know the river is wide I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore And try to cross to the opposite side
