Like a picture in a book, peaceful is your look, quietly walk your way, duty fills the day tears nor fierce delights, day nor tossing nights and you're troubled dreams confess something more or less
the weeks are on the wing, years are brief and love a thing, blooming and fading like a flower
When the night has come, with its quiet group at home broider, knit or sew chat in voices low suddenly lift your eyes honest look and wise But I cannot read their lore tell me less or tell me more
the weeks are on the wing, years are brief and love a thing, blooming and fading like a flower Seize the little hour, what tomorrow may befall, love me more or not at all
u don't have to worry about me, think of me or feel for me I'm gonna keep my money safe stacked safely under the floorboard save every penny earned I'm keeping my money safe
Compositor: Tim Wessel Vanhamel (SABAM)Editor: Strictly Confidential (SABAM)ECAD verificado obra #2754788 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM