When lonely feelings chill. The meadows of your mind. Just think if winter comes. Can spring be far behind?. Beneath the deepest snows. The secret of a rose.
Six o'clock silence. Of a new day beginning. Is heard in the small Texas town. Like a signal from nowhere. The people who live there. Are up and moving around.
When lonely feelings chill. The meadows of your mind. Just think if winter comes. Can spring be far behind?. . Beneath the deepest snows. The secret of a rose.
Once upon a summertime, if you recall. We stopped beside a little flower stall. A bunch of bright forget-me-nots. Was all I'd ever let you buy me. . Once upon a summertime, just like today.
When lonely feelings chill. The meadows of your mind,. Just think if Winter comes,. Can Spring be far behind?. . Beneath the deepest snows,. The secret of a rose.
(S. Fromholz). Six o'clock silence. Of a new day beginning,. Is heard in the small Texas town;. Like a signal from nowhere,. The people who live there.
Once upon a summertime, if you recall. We stopped beside a little flower stall. A bunch of bright forget-me-nots. Was all I'd ever let you buy me. . Once upon a summertime just like today.