Текст Charlene Soraia – Meadow Child
Текст:
He’s still a meadow child, one of the sun
I stay in the shadow until he returns
and comes back to me
I write him postcards and letters
And he always does reply
And tells me sweet tales
Of his pastoral life
And tells me sweet tales
Of his pastoral life
He comes back to me
I wrote postcards
He comes back to me
He’s still a meadow child, one of the sun
I stay in the shadow until he returns
And comes back to me
