Track Insight / Lyrics
Stone breathes slow, a sun-soaked haze,
Salt wind whispers through the endless days.
Terraces climb, a verdant plea,
Where flowers wrestle with the restless sea.
Each garden holds a story untold,
Of patient hands and winters cold.
They built them high, against the grey,
To chase the shadows far away.
I drove a cab for forty years or more,
Watched fortunes change from door to door.
Saw tourists search for something true,
A little peace, a different view.
Funchal bloom, on cliffs so steep,
A fragile beauty secrets keep.
Roots run deep, against the stone,
A stubborn life, beautifully grown.
She planted jasmine, white and sweet,
A fragrant promise, bittersweet.
Said every blossom held a prayer,
For sunlight warmth beyond compare.
The rain comes down, a silver thread,
Washing worries from my head.
These winding paths, a gentle grace,
A quiet solace in this place.
Funchal bloom, on cliffs so steep,
A fragile beauty secrets keep.
Roots run deep, against the stone,
A stubborn life, beautifully grown.
Some chase the gold, the fleeting fame,
But true wealth whispers a different name.
It's in the colors, rich and bold,
A story whispered, never old.
It's in the green, the clinging vine,
A quiet strength, forever mine.
I used to think a life was lost,
If dreams were broken, counting the cost.
But look at these gardens, reaching high,
A testament to how spirits fly.
Funchal bloom, on cliffs so steep,
A fragile beauty secrets keep.
Roots run deep, against the stone,
A stubborn life, beautifully grown.
Funchal bloom, on cliffs so steep,
A fragile beauty secrets keep.
Roots run deep, against the stone,
A stubborn life, beautifully grown.
A vibrant hope, eternally shown.
Stone breathes slow, a sun-soaked haze,
Flowers climb through endless days.
Funchal bloom, forever free,
A wild, tenacious memory.
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