remember The dreams of the young and tender Coming real, but now it seems That highways are for foolish travelers Always bonded, always shackled by the prayer They're remembered
Well, it's that old time story Of a new face to glory Someone wanted my soul for their pride What about the system Of fools arranged for missing Well,
Tulkojums: Nanci Griffith. Dziesma Par atcerējās Heroes.
Well, it's that old time story Of a new face to glory Someone wanted my soul for their pride What about the system Of fools arranged for missing Well