You wanna make me big man , a star on a screen. Some kind of James Brown or something in between. But when I ask for money you smother me in charms. I can't live on glory when your bendin' both my arms.
I , I was a lion in winter. And man I had friends for miles around. I was a lion in my winter. What good's a lion Lord, without a crown.
You're living in a cave man ,upon your marble throne. You think you own the heavens, but you've got to be alone. You know I prayed for sunshine, a woman with my name. I don't want to live man, you gave away the game.
I, I was a lion in winter. And man I had friends for miles around. I was a lion in my winter. What good's a lion Lord , without a crown.
Compositores: Barry Alan Crompton Gibb (PRS), Robin Hugh Gibb (PRS)Editores: Crompton Songs (BMI), Universal Music Publ International Mgb Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1971ECAD verificado obra #18574272 e fonograma #12525885 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM