Тексты песен William Elliott Whitmore

In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine she's been gone for nearly a year The river would overflow if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear It was the year of ought one and our life h

The old days are gone The time goes so fast Like the cars of a train Watch 'em go past The feelin's still here And it won't leave me be I didn't waste no time Time wasted me The chariot swung low and