Lyrics:
Brian S Song

on his brow heart on his sleeves swinging fists swinging fists at what might be broken glass i don't believe in revolution or the stateman's ideology

If the hand of time Were hand that I could hold I?d keep them warm And in my hand They?d not turn cold Hand in hand We?d choose The moments that should

Translation: Perry Como. The Hands Of Time (Brian's Song).

Translation: Mathis, Johnny. Brian´s Song (The Hands Of Time).

Translation: Verve Pipe, the. Brian's Song.

Struck down you died, one December night Taken in cold blood, under Texas twilight The headlines all read, it was "punks vs. the jocks" As your killer

Summer '61 A goddess became my song Fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer girl My

back, drawing shades of kind blue skies It?s good to travel But not for too long So, now I?m home where I belong And that?s the key, yeah yeah yeah, To every song

I feel so happy Let's stick together And always together We'll be to see you tonight Thinkin' about you excites Let's play some music for dancin' Music for dreamy romancin' Songs