Mike Oldfield - To France Lyrics

Taking on water sailing a restless sea from a memory a fantasy. The wind carries into white water Far from the islands don't you know you're Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. Never going to get to France could a new romance ever bind you. Walking on foreign grounds like a shadow Roaming in far off territory over your shoulder stories unfold Your searching for sanctuary you know you're Never going to get to France. Mary Oueen of chance will they find you. . . . I see a picture by the lamps flicker Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer. Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . . I see a picture by the lamps flicker . . . Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . . Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . . Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . . Mike Oldfield Lyrics To France Lyrics