On a cold wintery mountain He draws the final curtain The hermit cries As his inner soul dies
Golden sand Crimson land He's alone on his world Hear his plea For can't you see His life has been hurled
Hermit, hermit alone on a hill Let them laugh, say what they will Hermit, hermit, your time has come...
Looking down at the life that was his own With no love in his heart he is aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.