From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary with her roses. But you're their
From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary with her roses. But you're their
. And how do I feel?. And how do i. If you're the only one, will I never be enough?. Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love. Swore I'd love you till the day I die, and beyond. Are we