Merl Saunders piosenki

Midnight not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can dream of the old days I was beautiful then...

Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you There's just one kind of flavor I'll ask for you You can see that my grave is kept clean. And there's two white horses following me And there's two white horses...