Lyrics

Like leaves dancing in the glade You fluttered my way amidst the autumn grey Like snow falling from on high You tempered the night with winter sheets of white Like rain pouring all through spring You are watering the barren fields green Like sun on the first of June You unearthed my tomb with summer's gentle croon
Writer(s): Peter Michel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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