The girl with April in her eyes (2) Chrise De burgh

She rode through the night till she came to the light
Of a humble man's home in the woods
He brought her inside, by the firelight she died
And he buried her gently and good
Oh the morning was bright, all the world snow-white
But when he came to the place where she lay
His field was ablaze with flowers on the grave
...Of the girl with April in her eyes
Oh, ... oh, on and on she goes
  Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow
  Ah...ah, on and on she flies
...  She is gone, the girl with April in her eyes

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۱٠ خرداد ۱۳۸٤ - احمد فاضلی