.



Will I

Ever meet you

Boy

Even I

Get


Lonely


Even in the

Highest

Hills


;.;

Do not cry

Though you see the tears

Everywhere

Flowing   Freely

There's

Way too much pain

( way too much pain .... ) .....

.•

Then the Indians

From the woods


Descending

++

Soft ... & softly

We

Fill

The whole world

With

True love