Foreign Land - John Illsley, Guy Fletcher, Chris White

When you find that unsent letter

Written in a stranger’s hand

In ink as old as time itself

You’re wanted in a foreign land

There’s nowhere you can run or hide

No way to hide your face

Your fading time can’t be denied

No-one else can take your place

In this foreign land

So open up your mind to the wonder

Drink in the meaning of One

It’s time to steal death’s thunder

Never let it say that it won

No harm in asking what it means

Even as it takes us by the hand

So kiss the face of all that’s been

And head off to that foreign land

How can it be a foreign land

When you’re always been a stranger

How can it be a foreign land

When you’ve never sensed its danger

How can it be a foreign land

When it’s closer every day

And everyone who passes through

Is born to show the way

So lay down and dance the tango

Sing your deep songs flamenco

Bathe at the end of a rainbow

We must pay the debt that we owe

Take a bow my friend

Well done, bravo

Take a bow my friend

Take a bow my friend

Well done, bravo

Take a bow my friend