Oct 2018
I wake up this Sunday morning,
the sky is grey as it can be.
Winter has descended and
made barren all the trees.
But in my heart a gentle fire is glowing,
for last night you were with me....
the sky is grey as it can be.
Winter has descended and
made barren all the trees.
But in my heart a gentle fire is glowing,
for last night you were with me....
