Time to swim And time to see Minds the yellow ring Upon the sea Find me some more time And I'll sing for my tea Do you still know him? Do you still
译文: 帕莱圣徒. 一蓝山.
left on the hill Was the boy with the curly hair The tall dark man who rode by his side Lay dead beside him there There's no one to write to the blue
hill Was the boy with curly hair The tall dark man who fought by his side Lay dead beside him there Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed
I am dead You'll do as much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news So write her tenderly She's awaiting at home like a patient saint Her fallen face paled
of the hill Was the boy with the golden hair And the tall dark man that rode by his side Lay still beside him there There was no one to write to his blue
on the hill Was the boy with the curly hair. The tall dark man who rode by his side Lay dead beside him there. There's no one to write to the blue-eyed
much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news so write to her tenderly She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint her fallen face paled with woe
the hill Was the boy with the curly hair. The tall dark man who rode by his side Lay dead beside him there. There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
much for me, Mother, you know, must hear the news, So write to her tenderly. She's waiting at home like a patient saint, Her fond face pale with woe.
the hill Was the boy with the golden hair And the tall dark man that rode by his side Lay still beside him there There was no one to write to his blue
