When the sun comes rising up
On a brand new day
When shooting stars score the sky
And quickly fade away
When lark ascends in the fields
Flying high and free
When robin sings his little song...
Spare a thought for me
When the oak in springtime rain
Wakens from the dead
When the sun behind the wood
Glows a winter red
When starlings race and fall to roost
Then chatter in the cover
Think of me even if...
Your hand is in another
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
When the sun comes rising up
On a brand new day
When shooting stars score the sky
And quickly fade away
When lark ascends in the fields
Flying high and free
When robin sings his little song...
Spare a thought for me
When the oak in springtime rain
Wakens from the dead
When the sun behind the wood
Glows a winter red
When starlings race and fall to roost
Then chatter in the cover
Think of me even if...
Your hand is in another
