autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september
landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september
For autumnal landscapes Slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for sunset The last growing flower Like last september
Traduzione: E gli Oceani. Settembre (Hjartat Bloder solo).
Traduzione: E gli Oceani. Settembre.
grow old and thin I love you like I love my own skin From thinking a life was about them but stranger The soft women lowed and came in and were in To
Blue, is the ocean in your eyes, Blue is cool September skies, as a lonely waterfall. Red, is the fire in your heart, or the passion of love that we
, gonna get it right Move on from the past Agree to disagree Every sorrow has its source And your conscience isn't free In the dog days of Summer On another sober September
robe observing the globe, pondering if the life that I created will ever learn to evolve. I filled your oceans full of fish and I put birds in the sky, and everyday you sit and
sat here in my burgundy robe observing the globe Pondering if the life that I created will ever learn to evolve I filled your oceans full of fish and I put birds in the sky And everyday you sit and
need? You'll learn how it feels Hearts break and never heal Tell us how it feels Hearts break and never heal Remember September and how it feels
we cant feast before we fast, every supper's my last I kept my mind open, eyes closed, and hands clasped sippin hours from the glass of father time and
over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea And every night at 2 A.M. I wonder why can't she lie close to me My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie
go to sleep And know that someone in HB is thinking of you, Bonnie Remember all the time you let me walk you to class And you would kiss my cheek and
late September I drove across the prairie The mountains behind me And the ocean beyond This country's a coalmine And I'm a canary Turn out the headlights and
and tide, and a westerly wind And with God on our side, we'll get home boys So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather And no new songs to sing
