Calling all olive branches and laid off doves. There is work to do before we say goodbye. But who can see them turning to the face of love. Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die.
Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves. There is work to do before we say good-bye.. But who can see them turning to the face of love?. Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die,".