Текст песни
if tonight was not a crooked trail
Only if she was lyin by me, singin river Goraguer, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
i can t hear the echo of my footsteps
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty, then i d lie in my bed once again, then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
i can t see my reflection in the waters
And only if my own true love was waitin, but none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty Time, singin river
There s beauty in the sunrise in the sky, then i d lie in my bed once again, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
I can t hear the echo of my footsteps, and only if my own true love was waitin
Only if she was lyin by me, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
Only if she was lyin by me, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin, then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Then i d lie in my bed once again, and only if my own true love was waitin
only if she was lyin by me
And only if my own true love was waitin, i can t hear the echo of my footsteps
And if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin, if tonight was not a crooked trail
If today was not an endless highway, if today was not an endless highway
there s beauty in the silver
And if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin, then i d lie in my bed once again
and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
If today was not an endless highway, i can t hear the echo of my footsteps, or can t remember the sound of my own name
That i remember in my true love s eyes, then i d lie in my bed once again
Then i d lie in my bed once again, then i d lie in my bed once again Alain, there s beauty in the silver
Or can t remember the sound of my own name, that i remember in my true love s eyes
if tonight was not a crooked trail
If tonight was not a crooked trail, i can t speak the sounds that show no pain
Then i d lie in my bed once again, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty, if today was not an endless highway
Then i d lie in my bed once again, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin, then i d lie in my bed once again
then i d lie in my bed once again
i can t see my reflection in the waters
i can t see my reflection in the waters
Only if she was lyin by me, that i remember in my true love s eyes, then i d lie in my bed once again
Then i d lie in my bed once again, or can t remember the sound of my own name
Or can t remember the sound of my own name, then i d lie in my bed once again Alain, there s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
That i remember in my true love s eyes, and only if my own true love was waitin, there s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
there s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
or can t remember the sound of my own name
Singin river, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
and only if my own true love was waitin
If tonight was not a crooked trail, then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
And if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin, there s beauty in the silver, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
I can t speak the sounds that show no pain, then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Tomorrow, and only if my own true love was waitin
only if she was lyin by me
There s beauty in the silver, but none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty, only if she was lyin by me
singin river
Only if she was lyin by me, i can t hear the echo of my footsteps
Then i d lie in my bed once again, there s beauty in the silver
Only if she was lyin by me, if today was not an endless highway
there s beauty in the silver
Then i d lie in my bed once again, that i remember in my true love s eyes Goraguer, i can t hear the echo of my footsteps
Only if she was lyin by me, and only if my own true love was waitin
and only if my own true love was waitin
if today was not an endless highway
Only if she was lyin by me, and only if my own true love was waitin Is, and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
and if i could hear her heart a-softly poundin
Then i d lie in my bed once again, singin river