Lost Horizon - Burt Bacharach
Have you ever dreamed of a place Far away from it all Where the air you breathe is soft and clean And children play in fields of green And the sound of guns Doesn№t pound in your ears (anymore) Have you ever dreamed of a place Far away from it all Where the winter winds will never blow And living things have room to grow And the sound of guns Doesn№t pound in your ears anymore. Many miles from yesterday before you reach tomorrow Where the time is always just today There№s a lost horizon________waiting to be found. There№s a lost horizon Where the sound of guns Doesn№t pound in your ears Anymore.
Artist: Burt Bacharach
Title: Lost Horizon