Letra

Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain Isn't rain filled with sorrow? Wonder if I'll see my home again Will it be dry tomorrow? Time passes softly and I'm a day older But still I m living days gone by Ashes to ashes, the rain's turning colder Finding tomorrow, the ashes, the rain and I
Writer(s): Dale Peters, Joseph Fidler Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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