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On a long, winding road'Neath the passing of crowsSat a girl speaking soft to the heavensAnd though so crowned with locks of goldShe was without companionThough not without hopefuls to walk her homeAnd as the liberty would be mineOn one night in the AutumnI took care to be more than a danceFor she'd been courted by kingsBut the kings were not worthyAnd the path unto her heart would elude themSo I followed her onUntil breathlessly I saidHere's my hand, won't you take, won't you? OhI may be small in your eyesWhen compared to the mightyBut won't you love this poor singing man?So like water moves the earthI was swept up in the currentBut I held fast and Lord, I saw her turningLike some dark and foreign skyShe was fierce and yet silentLetras de cancionesAs she held this poor singing manI had followed her onUntil breathlessly she saidHere's my hand, won't you take it, won't you? OhYou are not weakAnd not smallIn my eyes you are mightyI do love you, oh singing manSaid I do love you, oh singing manSaid I do love you, oh singing manCause on a long, winding road'Neath the passing of crowsSat a girl speaking soft to the heavens From Letras Mania