Poor Shirley She must hide her tears For nobody wants to see them Surely it will break her heart Time passes as she waits for a friend
We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight And make them hold off 'til the spring Take hold of their hallowed souls And save them from pain All of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain
Dearly held are the friends Left in the years and lost in the war Dearly held are the loves Save for the ones you lose on your own
Stars will light up the lonely nights Harbor lights Making us believe in the love So struck by the hope of the harmony Leaving the sorrow Gently
Poor Shirley She must hide her tears For nobody wants to see them Surely she will win a heart Time passes as she waits for the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
