As the dealer dealt the cards to everyone, I could see that I was free. I had an ace of hearts, the dream of every man, And I could see my destiny. I can not justify the way I play, But only see them as they fall.
The diamond jack Black magical lady luck, Who will show me the way.
When you have your freedom Without worldly care, Around human share. Along the way there’s evil waitin’ for you, And evil’s not judge and jury, but yourself.
When you’re tired to the bone Remembrance gone, And you have cast your dice, Take your chances as they come, one by one, The hand of fate is as cold as ice.
Compositores: Andrew John Powell (Andrew Powell) (PRS), Lawrence Mark Wisefield (Laurie Wisefield) (PRS), Martin Turner, Steve UptonEditor: Edward Kassner Music Co Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #7673325 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM