The fishes swim while rivers run Thru fields to feast my eyes upon Intoxicated drinking from The loving cup of burning sun In dreams I'll crave familiar taste Of whispered rain on weary face Of kisses sweet and warm embrace Another time another place
The fishes swim while rivers run
ReplyDeleteThru fields to feast my eyes upon
Intoxicated drinking from
The loving cup of burning sun
In dreams I'll crave familiar taste
Of whispered rain on weary face
Of kisses sweet and warm embrace
Another time another place