Now rest you there, in spite of the storm that is raging Faith goes and comes, as long as the seasons are changing I am sure there is a safe valley for you and me
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land For what we strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land For what we strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Forgive me now for all the times you were falling My darling, I accompany you in your mourning I will tell you a safe valley and sing my Loralie
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land For what we strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land For what we strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land For what we strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land For what we strive would come alive and you would grieve no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.