The Sundays

The Sundays
Folk Song

& the fields are all gold

dusty lane with a song in my brain
& it stoned me to my soul

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

silver trees & a whispering breeze
are my sight & my sound

the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alone

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun

OptimusPrime

Toegevoegd door OptimusPrime op vr 15 aug, 2003 12:33 am

Auteur: ?
Componist: ?
Uitgever: Overock Ltd., EMI Records Ltd.
Uitgegeven in: 1997
Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: Static & Silence (1997)

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