So sing, so sing the winter cows They lowly croak and no-one wonders where they are Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me To me Remains a mystery
And when they come into our view they disappear like a lonely star The winter cows are leaving now The summer sun is burning their eyes Their infant eyes Burning their eyes Their infant eyes Burning their eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
