segunda-feira, 22 de julho de 2013

Highlands


Don't come after
Come
Please do follow me along

When you read this I'll always be coming
Ask the mountains,
Springs and fountains

Why couldn't this go on?
Couldnd't our happiness go on?

Ask the sun that lightens up the sky
When the night gives in, to tell you why

Ask the mountains
Wild woods, highlands
Ask the green in the woods and the trees
The far away cold breeze coming in from the sea