Every night without the light Or brightly shining low Silver trees and darkened leaves Blot the sky above As the yellow moon to the darkest night Turns to raging fire The road it bends and the darkness spins To voices in the choir
I dream of horses and their kin Against the lovely night I dream of sand and sky and sin Against the pale blue light And everyone that feels at all Has got something to say About the way of southern ways Of every wild dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
