The mist of the morning in this strange town, Lifted slowly with the sun, Refracted the rays in a thousand ways, A new day just begun.
And it crowded against my window sill, Still sweet with the morning dew.
If only you knew, How much I think of you.
Into the van and down the road, Along the highway fast. With this band I ride through the countryside, The seasons slidin' past.
I spy a humble homestead there, With a garden and a river view.
If only you knew, How much I think of you.
By a stream of running water, I heard you laugh. I closed my eyes for an hour and a half,
And tried to make you appear. I swear in the beauty of the setting sun,
You were here.
An old troubador on the street that night, Plays for our passin' change. On a fiddle in g, a melody, Mysterious and strange. He learned on a green distant mountain top, A wedding waltz, So sweet and true.
If only you knew, How much I think of you.
If only you knew, How much I think of you.
Dave, are you below the safe low limit on that last one. That was great for me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
