On and On - Michael Schenker, Herman Rarebell, Francis Buchholz

A kiss of the wind, then the spirits let fly

To the coldness of sun

I got no place to hide, nowhere to run!

When the wind gets high and the mountains sigh

I’ve got to get back home the wind don’t wait for

No one, no one at all

Moves on and on etc.

Look behind the window winter’s come?

Blood on the streets, when the black skies shout

And then people cry no more

Dreams just fade away, realities soar

The only crime is his fate

Can’t think, can’t relate

Illusions seized His mind

The key to all the answers are locked in his eyes!

Moves on and on, etc

Look behind the Window, Winter’s coming?