Days In The Blackberries Field
when you fall asleep
my soul will fly silently
take your hand slowly
trying not to wake you up
and draw a thin line
tributary on your palm
invisible path to me
so you will never be lost
Days In The Blackberries Field
when you fall asleep
my soul will fly silently
take your hand slowly
trying not to wake you up
and draw a thin line
tributary on your palm
invisible path to me
so you will never be lost