A tree has grown on the spot Where her body did rest Blood seeped in the soil From the knife in her chest
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
What a lovely young girl Everybody would say You can still hear her laugh In the shadows on a cold winter’s day
A dog dug up a bone and wagged it’s tail I wonder how that I’ll remember Gail
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember GailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
