Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew My secret thoughts known only by the few It was a dream much to real To be leaned against too long All the time I think she knew
Her words still dance inside my head Her comb still lies beside my bed And the sun comes up without her It just doesn't know she's gone Ooh, but I remember everything she said
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
