Sometimes the moon and stars can catch you by surprise There's just too many virtues in the night The bitter chill blows through this board and batten pine There's just too many virtues in the night
There's just too many virtues in this lonesome sorry heart All loaded with pride Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light
The glowing embers on the hearth are just a memory Dead soldiers strewn about the floor And all the good that came from faith, hope, and charity I can't remember anymore
There's just too many virtues in this lonesome sorry heart All loaded with pride Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light
There's just too many virtues in this lonesome sorry heart All loaded with pride Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
