Gasún, Gasún why do you walk alone Must be the strangest feeling Gasún Gasún you don't have no one All has lost its meaning As the apple falls from the orchard tree We grow slow as time Walk through all those golden fields Through the barley wheat and the rye And now you say to me There must be a way For all that time will bring Is another day Remember when we used to talk Down by the old oak tree Winter nights are colder now It's been so many years And now you say to me There must be a way To find a home for you A place for you to stay O Gasún where are you Lost like a bottle Washed out across the sea Soon to be forgotten Ní neart go cur le chéile Conaic mé solas san spéir Ní neart go cur le chéile Conaic mé solas san spéirTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
