Oh, when the moon blooms Like a flower in the night Petals of Heaven-born silver light Its seeds ride the wind To the souls of men so silently
Oh, there is a fanfare in the changing wind For those who will listen beginning to end And the nightingale pleads For the well-tuned ears of every man
Oh, the sun shines like a torch at sea Author of all for the eyes that see Blind eyes know it only as a mystery
Oh, oh, when the moon blooms Like a flower in the night Petals of Heaven-born silver light Its seeds ride the wind To the souls of men so silentlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
