I found a stray at my back door She was a hungry shivering sore Her dress was rags, her shoes were holes I found a stray at my back door
I washed the dirt from off her face I tucked her clean into my bed But I could never wash away The voices calling in her head
Sometimes a smile played on her lips That gave me joy where there was none Until the shadow crossed her face Like the moon across the sun
Whatever life she had to live It was a life of moving on I woke up one day to find My little stray had come and gone
And she'll be out there on the road If she's not picked up by the law Or she'll be lying, nearly dying At another stranger's doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
