Moments
gentle hours, sweet,
innocent and sublime.
When we were green and tender young,
lying in heathered meadows fragrance dear,
swaying softly on fragile stems
within your arms melting
Let's not outrun
moments.
gentle hours, sweet,
innocent and sublime.
When we were green and tender young,
lying in heathered meadows fragrance dear,
swaying softly on fragile stems
within your arms melting
Let's not outrun
moments.