Lady of the Wood歌词

Lady of the Wood - Ardentjohn
Walking appeal with his head but done
We try so hard to at a way
Fri in this milting for another strict
At the place that bored his head of me street
All the sea
And they maybe out of the world
And she baking him always the way
It's my rain tears fifty grant
And the heart time's a head
For he knows he can not return
To the place he knew
And the lady of the wood
And the time there's long sense gone
So reason all they glass
To the beautiful past
And drink to the time that used to be
And he drift all the sea
And they maybe out of the world
And she baking him always the way
It's my rain tears fifty grant
And the heart time's a head
For he knows he can not return
Yeah he knows he can not return编辑于2021/03/04更新