What About (With Jon Schmidt) Songtext
von Peter Breinholt

It′s been said that to live is to sorrow
It's been said that there′s no room for tomorrow
So men stand there and stare at the twighlight
And they work out each day as it seems right

But oh I knew we would shine so I say
Hallelujah sometimes and I think now
All this time has been
On this road


And what about
All the September moons
And what about
All the flowers in June
And what about
All the times that I sit here and wonder
And I could be wrong
For believing this way
And I could be wrong
Every hour of each day
Til I think about
Every moment that I can remember

And they say that a silence is worth gold
And they say every young man must grow old
So we work and we reason our times
Still it's quiet all around here at night

Oh I knew this would be and I say
There is so much to see
And I think now a
All this time has been passing by

And what about
All the mountains in spring
And what aobut
All the choirs that sing
And what about
Every mother that holds a new child


And I think about
All the times as a child
When I couldn't keep
From laughing out loud
And to catch myself
I would go out and stay there a while

All this could have passed me by
Standing lonely all this while

And what about
Every wide open field
And what about
All the wind that we feel
And what about
Every holiday song in a small town

And what about
Every child that sleeps
And what about
Every quiet blue sea
And what about
Every man that we take up to lay down

And what about
All the September moons
And what about
All the flowers in June
And what about
Every moment that I can remember

And I could be wrong
For believing this way
And I could be wrong
Every hour of each day
And I think about
All the times that I sit here and wonder
All the times that I sit here and wonder