On those days when skies are gray And wind blows through the trees I often wonder where you are, and if you think of me I shiver in those morning winds I sometimes want to cry And I often hope my feelings will someday pass me by When rain drops lightly pierce the sky and soak into the leaves It sometimes feels like yesterday, and I think your still with me I shiver in those morning winds I sometimes want to die And I often hope my memories will someday pass me byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
