A Winning Hand Songtext
von Peter Rowan

I made a promise to myself
Someday I′d return to these shores
The silver coastline white with waves
The heather green on the moor
For I have left a life behind
I live as a gamblin' man
Searchin′ for that wild high card
To play a winnin' hand
And I wandered into a smugler's saloon
Shadows dancin′ on the wall


At a table green we played our cards
And we drank from glasses tall
And next to me a woman wept
Her eyes watchin′ fortune and fame
And as I played my last high card
But I could not leave the game

Lady Luck is a cold mistress
Both passionate and proud
I'm the fool who tries to find
Her face among the crowd
Seekin′ her reflection
I could never see her face
'Til I played my last high card
And fell into her embrace


And now the game has ended at last
In the cold gray light of dawn
Hands of time unties the blinds
In the mornin′ we are gone
And the lovely ladies lingerin'
Like the waves upon the sail
And as I breathe the cool mornin′ air
I hold the winnin' hand