What a strange meadow lark,. To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,. All alone meadowlark?. Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,. And of love in flight? Can't you sleep
What a strange meadow lark,. To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,. All alone meadowlark?. Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,. And of love in flight? Can't you sleep
, round, round a melody,. Mystery, mirror of history. Taking over all my reveries. Hearing passions in the melodies. Play it up and down so wearily. Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling. Round, round, round
, round, round a melody,. Mystery, mirror of history. Taking over all my reveries. Hearing passions in the melodies. Play it up and down so wearily. Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling. Round, round, round
, round, round a melody,. Mystery, mirror of history. Taking over all my reveries. Hearing passions in the melodies. Play it up and down so wearily. Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling. Round, round, round
, round, round a melody,. Mystery, mirror of history. Taking over all my reveries. Hearing passions in the melodies. Play it up and down so wearily. Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling. Round, round, round