Album by Al Stewart
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Al Stewart, In the east the wind is blowing the boats across
By Al Stewart, I can well recall the first time I ever put
By Al Stewart, I was a post-war baby in a small Scots town
By Al Stewart, Al Stewart - Roads To Moscow They crossed over the
By Al Stewart, Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom Huddle by the puddles
By Al Stewart, Cut glass porcupine sailing on the Serpentine Fingers on the
By Al Stewart, The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine I
By Al Stewart, I'm leaving my home in Europe behind Heading out for