Tekst Utworu

I have these thoughts going on in my head My hopes are placed in some future ahead My finite means tune the world to its will My higher verb is forever fulfilled If I live old To see my grey days My heart will stay true and forever young This minute of gold I won't let it daze Catching the fleeing moment bid it remain If I live old To see my grey days My heart will stay true and forever young This minute of gold I won't let it daze Catching the fleeing moment bid it remain I have these thoughts going on in my head My hopes are placed in some future ahead My finite means tune the world to its will My higher verb is forever fulfilled I contemplate this immortal outcome A timeless trace of future times to come I know I'm more than the span my life I know I'm more than my own local strife If I live old To see my grey days My heart will stay true and forever young This minute of gold I won't let it daze Catching the fleeing moment bid it remain If I live old To see my grey days My heart will stay true and forever young This minute of gold I won't let it daze Catching the fleeing moment bid it remain
Writer(s): Dragos Chiriac, Jessy Caron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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