Bruce Hilliard - Hold On

Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candlelight
Hold on, hold on to the night
Oh, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
He was a pauper, sired by a pauper’s son
Mother was a gypsy fortune teller on the run
But he had a dream, he could feel it in his dreams
Combing his hair he thought he could be the next James Dean
And on the other side of he stands alone
Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candlelight
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
She was a princess, and a daughter of New Orleans
Never knew her papa, mamma was an African queen
She was dusky, oh... and they called her Desiree
Driving down the highway looking for a place to stay
And on the other side of she stands alone
Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candlelight
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes

Written by:
BRUCE HILLIARD

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