Have you not heard the wind A-crying the blues He sings every night in my ears He calls out your name In cascading harmonies Saying, "Lover, come back to me"
Free at last to love and leave Try my hand at anything, baby, I please Shoot the eight ball Quit while I'm still out ahead Pick up the sunshine Turn her and spin her around in my bed
But the trouble is I do recall The sweetness of your smile It was sweeter than life Sweeter than love free from hate And I may forget what day it is May forget who I am But I'll never forget when the teardrops fell
Free at last to love and leave Try my hand at anything, baby, I please Shoot the eight ball Quit while I'm still out ahead Pick up the sunshine Turn her and spin her around in my bed
Free at last to love and leave Try my hand at anything, baby, I please Shoot the eight ball Quit while I'm still out ahead Pick up the sunshine Turn her and spin her around in my bed
He sings every night in my ears He calls out your name In cascading harmonies Saying, "Lover, come back to me"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
