Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,. Remember me to one who lives there.. She once was a true love of mine..
If you're traveling to north country fair. Where the winds hits heavy on borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides. Upon four legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides. With his candle lit into the sun though it's glow is waxed in black.