The Guess Songtext
von Kevin Nolan

Find a way
That′s what we have to do
Find a way
Sure her heart is weak, she can't speak
But we′ll go through the forest
We will cross the river
We will bring the forest down

White woman in the woods of soot, whittling a wedding dress
Said dark is the council of man, for man is master of the guess
She skipped bail and two army ships set sail
Let the waves take her west

And somewhere sitting on a suitcase a man
Begins to weep and beat his chest

And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest


Find a way
Bring her back to him
Find a way
Sure the tale is grim chances slimming
But we'll go through the forest
We will cross the river
We will bring the forest down

Awe, awe, awe
Awe, awe, awe
Awe, awe, awe
Awe, awe, awe
Awe, awe, awe

And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest
And beat his chest