Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
Al Stewart
We met on the beach amid rumours of war
Your head in your hand, what you saw you won't say
As the newspapers flew in the wind
I can see you're one of that kind
Who carry ‘round a time bomb in their mind, no one knows
When you'll slip the pin
Rumours of war, rumours of war
I see that your dress is torn at the edge
You were lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
As the waves break over the shore
You say there's a storm that can't be delayed
And lately it seems to be comin' this way, you can hear it break
Like the slam of a door
Rumours of war, rumours of war
You tell me, just look all around
At the past and the present, the cross and the crescent
The signs and the planets are lining up like before
There are souls on fire in the day and the night
On the left and the right, in the black and the white
You can see it burn in the eyes of the rich and the poor
Rumours of war, rumours of war
Rumours of war, rumours of war
Rumours of War was written by Peter White & Al Stewart.
Rumours of War was produced by Mike Flicker.