There's a wren in a willow wood. Flies so high, sings so good. And he brings to you, what he sings to you. And the love in his lullaby. Seems to tell me if I try.
There's a wren in a willow wood. Flies so high, sings so good. And he brings to you, what he sings to you. And the love in his lullaby. Seems to tell me if I try.