Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Apple Blossom

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 18.06.2012

Mother of spring
Her branches cradle sleeping buds
Yawning open
Welcomed by an aging man
He greets them fondly

With memories of when
Her boughs were arms that held him
As a younger man together
They would marvel
At the birth of springtime

[Chorus]
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they used to go walking
And he tells her about the summer and the autumn
The winter in his heart
And their apple blossoms

In summer they would dream
Of being three and smile
Imagining her round
As the apples on the ground
That fall they loved and waited

But winter came too soon
Before their seed could bloom
She wilted from the chill
and all fell cold and still

[Chorus]
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they used to go walking
And he tells her about the summer and the autumn
The winter in his heart
And their apple blossoms

[Bridge]
As he opened the earth to receive her
He prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her
He kisses her cold cheek goodbye
But he couldn't surrender the hopes they had sired
so in her folded hands
He placed a seed
From their favorite tree
And he laid her to rest
'neath a blanket of white
Until they meet again in the springtime

[Chorus]
Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they used to go walking
And from above she's always watching
But her body lies 'neath the apple blossoms...

Mother of the spring
the sleeping buds she cradles
Slowly yawn open
Welcomed by an aging man
He greets them fondly...


Похожие новости.


Музика

Музика

Нам треба музика Бо це мова, що з’єднює люди Немов той плач малої дитини Що кругом світу такий самий буде Музика це... Музика це відповідь ясна Ми через музику Бачим перлини других народів І все оте, що нас



Звездное Лето

Звездное Лето

Вся земля теплом согрета И по ней я бегу босиком. Я пою, И звезды лета Светят мне даже днем, Даже днем. Я так хочу, Чтобы лето не кончалось, Чтоб оно за мною мчалось, За мною вслед. Я



Cotton Pickin’ Time

Cotton Pickin’ Time

On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson's Mill I saw Becky



Love Like This (feat. Sean Kingston)

Love Like This (feat. Sean Kingston)

Oh... Never find a love like this Oh... Never find a love like this We go back so far, Swingin in your back yard, All the things that we used to do We were cool back in



Меркне Цигарки Вогонь

Меркне Цигарки Вогонь

Синьо розвіяно в далі Дзвонить на розі трамвай Серце на огненій палі Ну і нехай В скриньку листа покладу я Крапля впаде на папер Думаю в ніч молодую Може спадає тепер Приспів: (3) Думаю в ніч молодую Меркне цигарки вогонь Може




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.