I see a summer of winters merging gracefully Don't look back, will we ever see you face again Don't look back, will I hear the weeping words again
I see a summer of winters merging gracefully Don't look back, will we ever see your face again Don't look back, will hear the weeping words again
Oversettelse: Paradise Lost. Weeping Ord.
Oversettelse: Paradise Lost. Gråtende Words (Demo Version).
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) Don't worry about my politics They are what they are I work best when I get some rest Right now I'm in a bar Overlooking
away: What we want we cannot have And wanting all the more I slept on words and lines and texts Of useless want, staring at the time And finally lost you finally finally lost
the deadlike stars, crowded through the mountain jars. Sounds of life are coming down. Misty haze is devouring around. I crumble down inside me. You have been lost
the Earth Tragedy has overrun since birth Now our righteous fathers weep As the great eternal sleep Are me born to pass away Cry at all that remains Chosen words
