Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray And wander in my words and dream about the pictures That I play
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade And then they have to die, trapped within The circle time parade of changes
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind Visions of shadows that shine Til one day I returned and found they were the Victims of the vines of changes
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Our hands will be trembling, now we're somewhere else, One last cup of wine we will pour And kiss you one more time and leave you on The rolling river shores of changes.
Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray And wander in my words and dream about the pictures That I play of changes of changesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
