almo-fadas e amor-tecer
kiss me, out of the bearded barleyNnightly, beside the green, green grass
swing, swing, swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
kiss me beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon’s sparkling, so kiss me
kiss me down by the broken tree house
swing me upon its hanging tire
bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
we’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map
kiss me beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon’s sparkling, so kiss me
kiss me - sixpence none the ritcher
sim, as palavras continuam dizendo pouco, muito pouco.
posted by amy @ 8:25 AM
2 Comments:
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E, como sempre, músicas lindas aqui! =D
Beijo
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