Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves There is work to do before we say good-bye And who can see them turning to the face of love? Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die" As I sit, I can hear the troubled souls wander by And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry Oh one more chance
Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud Lording the poor mortal as it goes And the tears which well beneath the somber shroud Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows? He can never be like the thought of a rose Who beauty remains even when the bloom goes Oh one more chance
Or is it too late To change the way we're bound to go? Or is it too late? Surely one of us must know (2x)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
