Paula i Karol
Mother's Stew
The wind and seas, the fallen leavesThe olive trees, will get us through tomorrowA drop of dew, your mother's stewAnd all that flower blowing in the windWe take a ride and look insideAnd throw away the rules that we won't followThe wind and seas the fallen leavesThe olive trees will get us through that dayAnd the tone you keep and the way you breatheIs like home for me keeps me company, with ever word you sayAnd the clever way that the branches swayHow they comfort me keep me company, forever and a dayThe tattered clothes, the sticks and stonesThe broken bones, no way to heal that sorrowThe running trail, we tripped and fellJump that rail and swim across the bayI'd slowly dance, and hold your handThen look away and hope you'll call tomorrowThe tattered clothes, the sticks and stonesThe broken bones no way to heal the painAnd the time we spent hand and foot in sandon your father's hill, now it all stands still, we look from far awayAnd the room you left and the books you readOut loud to me still ring out in me, I miss you every day
From Letras Mania