Feeling my blues I tear myself away He will never have to hear What I had to say My little words Are lost in the wind With no where to go And I am just like them
There's a voice in the alley In the cold bare arms of a tree When the moon sails high, a ghost ship In a dark and lonely sea Mockingbird, your song burns right through me
Like that little mockingbird High up in the pine All I do is worry, all I do is cry We're lost in the shadows of a beautiful spring Empty-handed lovers, all we do is singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
