He's still a meadow child, one of the sun I stay in the shadow until he returns and comes back to me
I write him postcards and letters And he always does reply And tells me sweet tales Of his pastoral life
He comes back to me
I wrote postcards He comes back to me
He's still a meadow child, one of the sun I stay in the shadow until he returns And comes back to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.