Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling Saddest of Sundays
Then came the Sunday when you came to find me They brought me to church and I left you behind me My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me The earth and the flowers of the lover above me* The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never' But you I have loved and I love you forever Last of all Sundays
Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
ReplyDeleteWith flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers of the lover above me*
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved and I love you forever
Last of all Sundays
μα τι λεει?
ReplyDeleteδεν καταλαβα
τα τιναξε απο το πολυ περιμενε?
η πλακα με το "περιμενε" ειναι
πως περιμενει ο ενας απο την μια και ο αλλος απο την αλλη. (οχι παντα -συχνα)
Ιστοριες βλακειας (οχι παντα -συχνα)
ακόμα και όταν ζούμε για άλλους να ζούμε για μας.
ReplyDeleteε,ελιναι χαζή ..που δεν το καταλαβαίνει..ότι μιλάς για εσάς!ναι ναι χαζη!
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