“You know what? I wished for you too.”
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...you could be the voices that I hear
I’m singing along because it sounds just like you’re near
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map