16 acessos
Should it be over before it's begun
Drifting away in the warmth of the sun
Turning away around a curve in the stream
Then disappearing through tunnels of dream
Swans on the canal
Drifting along like a song
Taking their time in the sand
Swans on the canal
Quiet through reflections of stills
Lonely they pass by my knee
Should it be over before it's begun
Drifting away in the warmth of the sun
Turning away around a curve in the stream
Then disappearing through tunnels of dream