Outskirts of Blue Songtext
von The Greencards

I still call out for angels
I still wish on a falling star
And the rain makes me smile
When I wonder where you are

As the fields of green pass by
I taste the wine that we once shared
And I sing to the flowers on the mountain
Through the winds that whisper there


Oh, the truth has a habit of creeping right on up to you
You left your mark on my heart like an old stone tablet
Weathered and worn on the outskirts of blue

Today I found some old letters
At times I′d laugh then I'd cry
It made me feel a whole lot better
The thought of you by my side

Oh, the truth has a habit of creeping right on up to you
You left your mark on my heart like an old stone tablet
Weathered and worn on the outskirts of blue
You left your mark on my heart like an old stone tablet
Weathered and worn on the outskirts of blue