Eric Clapton. Behind The Sun. Zeneszám

My love has gone behind the sun
Since she left the darkness has begun
Smile that used to shine on me
And nothin' more than a memory

I see her face, I hear her voice
She made her move, I had no choice
But walk and cry, wipe tears with my hand
The one that carries a weddin' band

And the clouds hang low
And the flowers that used to grow
In my heart
Are dying now, dying now

Dying now
Dying now