26 acessos
See the clouds are creeping towards the sun
I'm drifting away unseen by anyone
The light is turning gray, the day is done
The water is cold and heavy on my mind
I dreamed of walking with you but I fell behind
Looking for a rose I could not find
Now the ice is stirring and spring is near
There is no one calling but the sound is clear
Though I'm not yet gone, I'm still not here