The tale was told, he was never here Never existed on this earth Nothing in the in between No death, no birth
But how does the voice call Beckon to his love No sound, no words Drift from the clouds above
How does the rose not live When there's fragrance in the air The earth becomes still Deep in thought and prayer
There's a field that is calling The grass is rich and deep When the soul lies down there, a true belonging A spirit that will keep
The tale was told, she was only a dream Riding high, above the wind Just a call, a distant longing Rising again and again
But how does the voice call Beckon to her love No sound, no words Drift from the clouds above
How does the rose not live When there's fragrance in the air The earth becomes still Deep in thought and prayer
There's a field that is calling The grass is rich and deep When the soul lies down there, a true belonging A spirit that will keepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
