call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe until her return
plaster and paint holding the fire a poor woman's saint holding all man's desire
bold little bird fly away home could I but ride herd on the wind and the foam
all of the souls that curl by the fire they never know all man's desire
watercress clings to the banks of the stream in the first grip of spring when the snow melts to green
barefoot and cold and holding a lyre by the side of the road holding all man's desire
call on the saint when the white candle burns keeping her safe until her returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.