strolling through a lovely garden As day was drawing to a close My eyes beheld a tragic story I saw a teardrop on the rose It should have been a tear
a teardrop on a rose. A sobbing tear that follows parting Holds all the pain that sorrow knows A false goodbye a life is shattered There lies a story on a
Fordítás: Williams, Hank. A Teardrop On The Rose.
beat somewhat faster as I walked in through the door For I heard the sound of voices I had often heard before A happy kind of sadness brought a teardrop
heart beat somewhat faster as I walked in through the door For I heard the sound of voices I had often heard before A happy kind of sadness brought a teardrop