..on slim hands waiting Flash bright in candlelight till Sunday's early morn We found her room that rainy morning She took my hand through winding roads and led me home
Some red French wine when later waiting In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair We talked of all, we talked of nothing I left with promises to meet, she told me where
Oh, but she laughed each time I asked her name Made promises to meet again But her friends down at the French café Had no English words for me
So you may find above the border A girl with silver rings..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
