WALKING_ON_THE_CHINESE_WALL_PHILIP_BAILEY WALKING ON THE CHINESE WALL PHILIP BAILEY Walking on a Chinese, walking on a Chinese Wall, Watching for the coins to, watching for the coins to fall. Butterfly, spread your painted wings from an answer from the Ching. By the stream, stretching in the rocks, tiger on the mountain-top. Walking on the Chinese Wall, watching for the coins to fall. Now the sun is rising in the east, looking for my golden fleece. Iv'ry skin, scarlet colour deep, lips that burn but do not speak. Three misty nights waiting by the shore. May be that my lover comes no more. Red chamber dream from the sky above. Ancient tales of hidden Chinese love. On the Chinese Wall, watching for the coins to fall. Blue-red silk burning on my chest, go to sleep but not to rest. Stepping stones on the yellow sea, dreaming she'll be there for me. Come down the clouds to the sea of flames. From the mountain hear the cry of pain. Red chamber dream from the sky above. Ancient tales of hidden Chinese love. On the Chinese Wall, watching for the coins to fall. On the Chinese Wall, watching for the coins to fall. On the Chinese Wall - Butterfly, spread your wings from an answer from the Ching. Watching for the coins to fall - Blue-red silk on my chest, go to sleep but not to rest, oh no. Walking on the Chinese Wall - walking on the Chinese Wall - Walking on the Chinese Wall - watching for the coins to fall.