Текст песни Ken Hensley - Cold Autumn Sunday

Текст:

When the leaving birds fill the storm grey sky And the green green leaves turn away and die And the once warm sun has to run and hide And the winter clouds begin their stormy ride Cold black shadows cross my eyes And help to make me realize You're gone cold autumn sunday Still I walk alone the path we shared And I try to recreate the love we had For you were my life and my heart is sad And it's strange how autumn kinda makes me glad Only now an empty sky is there To let me know how much I care You're gone, oh cold autumn Sunday I'm near to dying No use to denying that it's true Spend my whole time crying Finding ways of trying not to be blue Over you ...

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