The winter is cold But not as cold as a hand Covering your heart
The moon is dead Like the light in your eyes Fading and gone
Cast out over the hills Wandering forest and field Still no resolve when sorrow calls And silently takes you from here
April showers Held up inside For weeks on end
The moon is empty Memories have all Passed you on by
Medicine is slowly running out Your breath is shallow and frail The doctor arrives Closes your eyes Places two pennies in their place
Places two pennies in their place
Summer shadows are long The days collapse underneath This coldness I've known Is now my own Silent path to you, dear
My own path to you, dear Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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