Touch me while we both have hands We won't keep them very long Watch the window curtain blowing in the breeze Keep your blessed memories It's not what we talk about When the table gossip turns Someday you might find a circle of my friends And they'll cry when you walk in The grass is high on grandpa's farm But he's not there to cut it down Grey cat walking through the yard Stops short and turns around as if he heard a sound And we'll forget this solemn day We'll be always young again But I'll remember him, the one who's left us now And hold you close as you'll allowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
