Jenn Grant
Sailing By Silverships
You were my bonny for a secondBut I could tell that you were not mineSomething told me that your heart was already takenAnd I didn't spend the timeWell at last I saw you hide under the blanketsOn a Sunday afternoonBy evening time there was rain coming downSo I went up and left the roomI looked into my book of lines you brought to meAnd you were staring back at me this time oh bluebirdWell if I sail into the silver light to meet youWould you take my hand and show me who you're praying to
From Letras Mania