If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
If it is to be
It is up to me
And as we sail blows wild the gale
And as we sail blows wild the gale
Sweet flows the water
Yellow and royal piss
Speech turns to summer
Your lips are too tight to kiss
I′ve never seen rabbits
Looking as scared as this
And as we sail blows wild the gale
And as we sail blows wild the gale
And as we sail blows wild the gale
A five times champion
Would row as fast
Caught in the edit
Between future and past
Blowing a hurricane
From the royal arms
And as we sail blows wild the gale
And as we sail blows wild the gale
And as we sail blows wild the gale
Writer(s): Judith Abbott, Neil Ferguson, Louise Watts, Allan Whalley, Duncan Bruce, Darren Hamer, Nigel Hunter, Alice Nutter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
