Letra de Canon : In Canon
There is a faint glow of eastern blue
Whirring with hues of warmth
The warbling song sparrows
Whirring with hues of warmth
The warbling song sparrows
Ignore my mourning
Languidly, I turn over
And I am limp in somber hope
Soberly, I salvage
I forage aned cull
What is left of my sum
What is left of my sum
What is left of my sum
I can only call up a vague hum of a hymn
I cannot wholly hear
And the lingering regret of wasted song
And melody not quite clear
Melody not quite clear
(Melody not quite clear)
Languidly, I turn over
And I am limp in somber hope
Soberly, I salvage
I forage aned cull
What is left of my sum
What is left of my sum
What is left of my sum
I can only call up a vague hum of a hymn
I cannot wholly hear
And the lingering regret of wasted song
And melody not quite clear
Melody not quite clear
(Melody not quite clear)