THE WIND IN MY HAIR AND THE SUN IN MY EYES

THIS IS THE LIFE THAT I HAVE KNOWN

I MUST KEEP RUNNING UNTIL IM OLD

I CAN’T LIVE WITH THE LIES SOME PEOPLE TOLD

Send my mother a lock of my hair,

Send my father the ribbons he gave me.

Tell them to tell you to say fare thy well

For I can’t live with lies some people tell

Why can’t the the world be like

Little yellow roses

Lies they don’t tell

Truth only they know

I’ve always believed all men are equal

What ever color religion or land

I can”t stand still and watch it destroyed

So I’ll be running till it’s for ever then

My father taught me that all men are equal,

Whatever colour, religion or land;

Told me to fight for the things I believed in

That's what I did—with a gun in my hand.

Send my mother a lock of my hair,

Send my father the ribbons he gave me.

Tell them to tell you to say fare thy well

For I can’t live with lies some people said

Why can’t the world be like little yellow roses

Lies they all know truth only they grow

I met my love in a garden of roses,

She pricked her finger, so sharp the thorn grows.

We made a promise that ‘til death should part us

We’d never look on that wild yellow rose.

Send my mother a lock of my hair,

Send my father the watch that he gave me.

Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,

Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.

Remember, remember,

Send my love little yellow roses.

envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 30/4/2015 - 11:17