Cat's a-sleeping in the sun Eyes take heed, the colors call Sunlight patterns touch the wall Red kerchiefs sail and fall Cat's a-sleeping in the sun
번역: 도노반. 여름날의 반사 송.
or the price I have to pay She may be the song the summer sings May be the chill the autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
of her perfume or the glimpse of that french lingerie A product of my imagination, I blame it all on a hot summers day Blame it all on a hot summers day
or the price I have to pay She maybe the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within a measure of a day
More Than To Rise So High And Then To Fall Some Songs Are Prayers And This One Prays "It Is Better To Live Free For A Moment Than A Slave For A Day"
. layin' on my back in the sun-dried mud. there's no point in even trying to get up. i got my eyes glued to the blue sky above. and it's been a beautiful summer
and allow summer night to enter into your dreams and life and brush away a tear when seven songs will melt in night away hear the songs 'bout day and
or the price I have to pay She maybe the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Maybe the measure of a day
price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings may be the chill that autumn brings may be a hundred different things within the measure of a day
- Act One - The beginning of a glorious summer?s day out in the country. Standing in the sunshine is a small farm behind which is a lake with thick
of perfection; and I can feel it in you who listen to the song and in you who do not listen to the song and in you who may never hear the song, Oh Yes
has North, South, East and West Man makes music A song for all seasons through Song for all seasons, song for all our time We'll have a song for all
or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred tearful things Within the measure of the day
This is a song, not like the other ones, secret and selfish and somewhat hollow. In the middle of this song there seemed to grown another Of indeterminate
I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.
