Down to the valley where the fortunes grow Down to the free That gathered holy ‘round the fire that grows so well
On with the laughter when the work is done It is what it is A passing work of human hands where faults abound
While the rains would come While the end was unknown Nothing had proved too much No path was solely my own
Most of the daylight nothing filled my mind Quiet was I And I was held away from evil that spoke my name
All he was wanting was a bumbling man I wouldn’t go Wanting only to feel the time around me stayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
