From the top of my tree I thought I could see you From each branch as I Worked my way around Leaving darling I'm here Carved in each I passed Hoping you would admire My attempt to outlast The beating rain like a Sheet on the line
A fire's coming And it's coming for You soon my son Tell me will You be ready? Is my question To you my love
And I've grown Accustom to things that I will never understand Maybe when I die I can Come down and put Your Hand on my shoulder My heart feels so young But my bodies getting older God I'm standing here With an open heart
A fire's coming And it's coming for You soon my son Tell me will You be ready? Is my question To you my loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
