The End Of The Game
The fox had done running
And the beast is at bay
He'd run them in circles
By the end of the day
And they chased him through brambles
And they chased him through the fields
And they could chase him forever
But the fox would not yield
And some saw her shadow
On the crest of a hill
When the hounds were distracted
Away from the kill
One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And we'll lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
And be towed by the drag of the moon
We ran through the forests
And we ran through the streams
We ran through the heather
'Til we ran in our dreams
And you were my lover
And I was your beau
And we ran like the river
For what else did we know?
One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And the dogs are all worn out
And the horses all lame
Oh the hunters they're hunted
At the end of the game
Our love was a river
A wild mountain stream
In a tumbling fury
On the edge of a dream
And they chased us through the brambles
And they chased us through the fields
And they could chase us forever
But the heart would not yield
When the fox has done running
At the end of the day
I'm ready to answer
I'm ready to pay
And this river's done running
And my time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon
And the beast is at bay
He'd run them in circles
By the end of the day
And they chased him through brambles
And they chased him through the fields
And they could chase him forever
But the fox would not yield
And some saw her shadow
On the crest of a hill
When the hounds were distracted
Away from the kill
One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And we'll lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
And be towed by the drag of the moon
We ran through the forests
And we ran through the streams
We ran through the heather
'Til we ran in our dreams
And you were my lover
And I was your beau
And we ran like the river
For what else did we know?
One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And the dogs are all worn out
And the horses all lame
Oh the hunters they're hunted
At the end of the game
Our love was a river
A wild mountain stream
In a tumbling fury
On the edge of a dream
And they chased us through the brambles
And they chased us through the fields
And they could chase us forever
But the heart would not yield
When the fox has done running
At the end of the day
I'm ready to answer
I'm ready to pay
And this river's done running
And my time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon
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Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
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