4 acessos
I often think on early days,
And why I never left this place?
All my young ambitious plans
Are buried in these callused hands.
As giant trees so strong and sound
Until the lightning brings them down,
I don't bend or lean or sway,
And all the rest remains the same.
Then one morning I took a walk,
Like I always do.
Along the bank,
Like I always do.
(Ahhhhh)
I saw her swimming in the river.
We met so unexpectedly.
She's all mine, I think.
She's all mine, I think.
She's all mine, I think.
She's all mine, I think.