: (Joan Baez) In my heart I will wait By the stony gate And the little one In my arms will sleep. Every rising of the moon Makes the years grow late
you know will remain for you And the little willow green will stand firm The flowers that we planted through the seasons past Will all bloom on the day you return To a
(Joan Baez) In my heart I will wait By the stony gate And the little one In my arms will sleep. Every rising of the moon Makes the years grow late And
Übersetzung: Joan Baez. A Song For David.
