The sun is high looking out I see The emptiness beyond the j...
On The Border Al Stewart The fishing boats go out acro...
Year Of The Cat Al Stewart On a morning from a Bogar...
It was late in December the sky turned to snow All ro...
Meet me at the station underneath the clock C...
In a camel s eye far in a distant land The...
In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the se...
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn Mo...
THREE MULES by Al Stewart Three mules came over a hill T...
Rainstorm brainstorm faces in the maelstro...
LINDY COMES TO TOWN by Al Stewart Lindy flew hi...
You always were a city kid though you were countr...
THE AGE OF RHYTHM by Al Stewart and Laurence Juber...
