My lover's in the field Swinging his shield Fighting the windmills That disappear.
My lover's on a mission Singing in prison For the lonely ones The ones constantly missing
My lover's on duty Sing ing his song He says: "Where there is beauty, Wisdom goes wrong"
But this ain't Nashville. I too miss Nashville, but this ain't Nashville please come home, please come downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.