Underneath The Sky .

Underneath the sky of red
There's a story-teller sleeping alone
He has no face and he has no name
And his where about is sort of unknow
.
All he needs his life in a suitcase
It belongs to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we'll amuse oruselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
.
So wish me away to an unknown place
And I'm living in a land with no name
I'll be making a start with a bran new harp
Stop me making sense once again
.
All we needs is our lives in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we'll amuse oruselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
.
All we need is our lives in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we'll amuse oruselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Again
Again
Again
Underneath the sky again