8 acessos
It was on a misty Sunday,
we said our goodbyes
and I still can see her smiling
a tear in her eye
she said son,
"Please remember, no matter the cost
you may travel far but love's never lost."
So I traveled down the high road
and far from Fraley
there were other misty places a boy had to see
by the world, I was taken
by storm, I was tossed
but I told myself that love's never lost.
It was on a misty Sunday
a year to the day
I came knockin' on her cottage
but she'd gone away
she was in down in the churchyard
her headstone embossed
"You may travel far but love's never lost."
You may travel far but love's never lost.