Najkrajšia kapela <3
Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest.
I know that you believe -
and through these hands I will receive -
a gift all golden and bright.
And it returned to me through the morning light.
Hey! Brother of mine - will you go where I can not follow?
I played for the Queen -
she put her scar upon my skin -
and twisted out of shape asking for more.
Well I'm twisted out of shape knocking at your door (your door).
Come down from the trees - you've been gone too long.
Return to the house that you came from.
Turn back on the road you traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Autumn has come - and the wind scatters the dead leaves.
I put my back toward the sun - and I will sleep when I am done.
You would have choked trying to make it on your own.
Well you're twisted out of shape - and my, you've grown (you've grown).
Come down from the trees - you've been gone too long.
Return to the house that you came from.
Turn back on the road you traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest.
I know that you believe -
and through these hands I will receive -
a gift all golden and bright.
And it returned to me through the morning light.
I know that you believe -
and through these hands I will receive -
a gift all golden and bright.
And it returned to me through the morning light.
Hey! Brother of mine - will you go where I can not follow?
I played for the Queen -
she put her scar upon my skin -
and twisted out of shape asking for more.
Well I'm twisted out of shape knocking at your door (your door).
Come down from the trees - you've been gone too long.
Return to the house that you came from.
Turn back on the road you traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Autumn has come - and the wind scatters the dead leaves.
I put my back toward the sun - and I will sleep when I am done.
You would have choked trying to make it on your own.
Well you're twisted out of shape - and my, you've grown (you've grown).
Come down from the trees - you've been gone too long.
Return to the house that you came from.
Turn back on the road you traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest.
I know that you believe -
and through these hands I will receive -
a gift all golden and bright.
And it returned to me through the morning light.
yes the winter is past and I'm glad to see you!
OdpovedaťOdstrániťthank for these wonderful post and beautiful pictures, I like that!
Thanks for your sweet comment! I am happy you like it :) I have great and beautiful friends :)
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