Where’d you go last night with a rose in your hand You were quite a sight in the road I understand Did you go see someone I know Is she pretty, do you think so
You didn’t see who watched your way, You’ve no idea, do you, what you’ll say Say you’ll be mine, tell me one more lie One last time before you say goodbye
The night wind weeps, a high barren sound My love sleeps beneath the bitter ground And on his breast his cold hands hold, In lonesome rest, his sweet roseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
