Тексты песен Shawn Phillips

Phillips Every time I pass your place I get an image of your face And then I wonder what you're thinkin' of As I look through the mist to your window above And the clouds roll by But the silver has ta

Phillips Twas a man of youthful features Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes Watching out but looking inward Tall and stately and full of life In his life he spoke but rarely In his mind he cried for light P