Some tales say morrow knows I know not why they say so Some go where sorrow goes I know not where they do go
One comes with winter's wind To tell a tale of mourning One free as summer's sin To tell a tale of mourning
Spinning around in circles everyday Spinning around and finding no new way Spinning around, spinning around they say I wish them all dead anyway
So sing the poets then I know now why they sing so So go they sorrow's friends I know now where they do go
One comes with autumn's rain And sing the song of mourning One sets the spring aflame And sing the song of mourningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
