Murray Gold - Song for 50 | Текст песни

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• Murray Gold
• Song for 50

As I stand here waiting for my time to come, I follow in your footsteps,

I follow when you run

From the jaws of disaster, from a planet besieged by deadly ancient foes

And you still make me smile when you stop and turn and say: ‘This is a

creature we can understand, a living being, it is just being. If we could find

what’s on its mind then perhaps

We might survive.’

And as we stumble down our slow road I can’t but wonder what would it

be like. To run away with you through time, where would we go who

might we find. But on we go, cutting our paths, only one way, one day at

a time, while you embrace the universe, spinning your way on the fast

road, limitless endless.

So my dear friend you’re getting kinda old now (or maybe we are). And

now our children watch you do the deeds we marvelled at wondered at.

From the jaws of disaster, from a planet besieged by deadly ancient foes.

It’s not the end yet there is no end.

Fumbling and bumbling while all around is crumbling and stumbling

through time like you’re a mad man still it’s humbling to watch you

reconcile divergent creeds without succumbing to the lure of weapons,

force or greed you only use intelligence and jokes and charm.

Happy birthday. Doctor. You.