Тексты песен Dan Fogelberg

Up through the branches The stars shine above On the arroyos And mesas you loved And as the moon rises The black mountain mourns For the old friend He'll look on no more Jacks-in-the-pulpit Bones in t

In the Spring of Forty-seven, So the story, it is told, Old John Sutter went to the mill site Found a piece of shining gold. Well, he took it to the city Where the word, like wildfire, spread. And old