Broken Cloud (1994 Remaster) - Babe Ruth
Written by：Alan Shacklock/Haan
Face in the sun
Like a broken cloud
Fore morning's come
Squinting eyes
In the desert v waste
Shouts his 'cause
It's no disgrace
Broken cloud
Standing high
Sees the sun
And gives out his cry
Light in his hair
Mighty like the spear
In hardened grip
Gazing
Over yonder plains
Stalks the prey
With fingertips
Broken cloud
Standing high
Sees the sun
And gives out his cry
Scars bear his chest
Feathers surround his head
Quick and light
Ready for tight
Loves his life
But the warrior is forgot
He may laugh at all
The weathered storms
Friendly with the sun
That gives him warmth
Alone but free
He's a memory
Past is the pride
That's his company
Broken cloud
Still standing high
Sees the sun
And gives out his cry
