Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin' there None but the rain should cling to my bosom None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh None but
Tulkojums: Townes Van Zandt. Neviens Bet lietus.
returning Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin' there None but the rain should cling to my bosom None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh None but