They danced like sirens Hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe, under all that faith Or have they forgot what it was they made
Crawled out of the fog, found a river Found a log and floated away Didn't think I'd be coming back this way But my feet are resolute, found their root And brought me back to its place
And on the hill where I was born, There is a rose without a thorn They cut it off each year and give it away
But can they hear a babe, after all these days Or have they forgot what it was that they made
So left to wander blind I find myself in cautious times, and they say Love's labor is never lost But labor on to this very day
So I walk into the fog Find a babe atop a log, and all alone Took him under, took him on Taught him everything about the world I've come to know
He blames me for every wrong ever he made I'm blamed for every wrong ever he made Forgive me I am only a maid Forgive me I am only a maid
But I can see a babe Under all that blame But I am forgot from the day I am laid Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
