In a house on an island there's a tale that must be told of our mysterious Misty Mountains behind all the songs I wrote lives an old man in his shadow and they're whistling day and night for whatever whatever its worth for they are whistling for you and I
On a ranch in the wildness there's a song that must be sung about a blindfolded angel who never learned the right from wrong and though I don't know enough English to describe it's troubled mind but for one thing I am certain is that it sings for you and I
And I tried so hard to figuring out but I guess I'm only human I've been watching him drawing him analysing him in every way I could possible think of
but does not really help me you got to sit back and enjoy you know Ochrasy raised and betrayed him now he sits there all alone with his soul and his legend and his epic melodies they are with us when we crying and they are with us when we bleed
Yes they are with us when we crying and they are with us when we bleed Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
