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Caravan - Winifred Atwell



     
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In a world lit only by fire
Long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
To the distant dream of the city
The caravan carries me onward
On my way at last, on my way at last
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
On a road lit only by fire
Going where I want
Instead of where I should
I peer out at the passing shadows
Carried through the night into the city
Where a young man has

A chance of making good
A chance to break from the past
The caravan thunders onward
Stars winking through the canvas hood
The caravan thunders onward
On my way at last, on my way at last
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
In a world where I feel so small
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
In a world where I feel so small
I can't stop thinking big

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Winifred Atwell (February 27, 1914 - February 28, 1983) was a pianist who enjoyed great popularity in Britain in the 1950s with a series of boogie woogie and ragtime hits. Atwell was born in Tunapuna in Trinidad and Tobago. Her family owned a pharmacy, and she trained as a druggist, and was expected to join the family business, Winifred, however played the piano since a young age, and achieved considerable popularity locally.

Read more about Winifred Atwell on Last.fm.


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