11 acessos
I watch the lamplight shine, like the halo in the night,
Gathering moths with each hour,
Flying...
Sometimes a car goes by, shatt'ring the still of the night,
Head lamps flash on my wall,
Shadows...
There hangs a silver cloud, crickets call from their crowd,
Moon shows its naked form,
Beaming...
Sometimes a car goes by, shatt'ring the still of the night,
Head lamps flash on my wall,
Shadows...