Under the autumn tree The chair where you would swing Yard so full of leaves Comfort me
A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep Now I'm off to dream Comfort me
Is this my old shape My mind is away How long have you been gone And the cold winter's aged The soft of your face And I can't move on
Market morning sun Fish from early hunt I wait but you're gone Linger on
Is this my old shape My mind is away How long have you been gone And the cold winter's aged The soft of your face And I can't move on
Linger on Linger on And I can't move on Linger on Linger on And I can't move on Linger on Linger on And I can't move on Linger on Linger on And I can't move onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
