Webster Booth piosenki

Once in the dear dead days beyond recall. When on the world the mists began to fall, Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet song And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam Softly it wove itself into our dream...

There's a little brown road windin' over the hill To a little white cot by the sea There's a little green gate At whose trellis I wait While two eyes of blue Come smilin' through at me There's a gray lock or two in the brown of the hair There's some silver i...