Once the bells have tolled and the roses are withered and wilted
I feel a continuous joy deep in my heart your loving embrace left untilted.
With you I dream of a time not quite here
A time of perfection what I know is near
A time where I could truly never be blue
And that my dear is when I meet you.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
Once the bells have tolled and the roses are withered and wilted
I feel a continuous joy deep in my heart your loving embrace left untilted.
With you I dream of a time not quite here
A time of perfection what I know is near
A time where I could truly never be blue
And that my dear is when I meet you.
