She slips off softly in the early morning rain Upon a hillside for a place to hide her pain Breaking the cobwebs on the branches of the pine Asking forgiveness for me and my short time
And did it rain, and did it rain And is there such a place called empty And did it rain, and did it rain And is there such a place called time Left on your mind
I know the writer of the songs she sadly sings She rides a pony and her cape flies in the wind Checking the dewdrops on the branches of the corn She rides to keep her strange appoiontment with the dawn
And did it rain, and did it rain And is there such a place called empty And dit it rain, and did it rain And is there such a place called time Left on your mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.