pilgrimden çıkan eric clapton şaheseri . gitar slideları adama boyut atlatır .
---eric---
sailing down behind the sun,
waiting for my prince to come.
praying for the healing rain
to restore my soul again.
just a toerag on the run.
how did i get here?
what have i done?
when will all my hopes arise?
how will i know him?
when i look in my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
when i look in my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
then the light begins to shine
and i hear those ancient lullabies.
and as i watch this seedling grow,
feel my heart start to overflow.
where do i find the words to say?
how do i teach him?
what do we play?
bit by bit, ive realized
thats when i need them,
thats when i need my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
thats when i need my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
then the jagged edge appears
through the distant clouds of tears.
im like a bridge that was washed away;
my foundations were made of clay.
as my soul slides down to die.
how could i lose him?
what did i try?
bit by bit, ive realized
that he was here with me;
i looked into my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
i looked into my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
i looked into my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
---clapton---
---eric---
sailing down behind the sun,
waiting for my prince to come.
praying for the healing rain
to restore my soul again.
just a toerag on the run.
how did i get here?
what have i done?
when will all my hopes arise?
how will i know him?
when i look in my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
when i look in my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
then the light begins to shine
and i hear those ancient lullabies.
and as i watch this seedling grow,
feel my heart start to overflow.
where do i find the words to say?
how do i teach him?
what do we play?
bit by bit, ive realized
thats when i need them,
thats when i need my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
thats when i need my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
then the jagged edge appears
through the distant clouds of tears.
im like a bridge that was washed away;
my foundations were made of clay.
as my soul slides down to die.
how could i lose him?
what did i try?
bit by bit, ive realized
that he was here with me;
i looked into my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
i looked into my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
i looked into my fathers eyes.
my fathers eyes.
---clapton---