I thought of you when the mourning dove sang As I walked through the beech groves today I said that I'd write you but it must have slipped my mind As I found out that the beast had grown ‘Till I found out that it spread from the scars on your chest To your liver and your lungs and your bones
Last time I saw you, the roses were blooming Pimm's on the lawn and mourning doves crooning Champagne and birthday cake We got drunk on those summer days Underneath the Somerset sun I lose myself in reveries so I don't lose the memories Of thе way you used to light up the room
I know winter's galе will take you away I'll sing Abide With Me on your funeral day And smile at the bittersweet sound of your name Still the mourning dove sings every day Still the mourning dove sings every dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
