Ik heb het lopen neurien toen ik er liep.

Walking on the Chinese Wall
Watching for the coins to fall.

Butterfly, Spread your painted wings
from an answer from the Ching
By the stream, stretching in the rocks
tiger on the mountain-top.

Walking on the Chinese Wall
watching for the coins to fall.

Now the sun is rising in the east
looking for my golden fleece.
Iv'ry skin, scarlet colour deep
lips that burn but do not speak.
Three misty nights waiting by the shore.
May be that my lover comes no more.
Red chamber dream from the sky above.
Ancient tales of hidden Chinese love.

On the Chinese Wall
watching for the coins to fall.

- Philip Bailey -

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