Wait til the dawning of old Sirus See the world as it was new There is a mist upon the meadow And the stirring souls are few
She hears the starlings cry at daybreak And the tolling of the bells She shivers in the chill of the morning air Drawing water from her well With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
Hear the owls cry at midnight And the towers tolling bells There is a fog upon the forest Where she's been she'll never tell
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face With tears like diamonds With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face With tears like diamondsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
