(M. Turner, A. Powell, T. Turner, S. Upton). Miles Music Sit by the river's edge, and watch the water flow,. Sunlight that touched your face, and told you not to go. Where, oh where, you search
In a garden of the southland. He found her wandering astray. She came to show him of her beauty. That many passersby don't see Would you be taking in such frail looking lady?. The sadness of her l
Breathing is a sin, they say. Loneliness is the price to pay. Sad for you, I go once more. I'll dry my eyes on a distant shore No way of freezing your rising tide. No way of keeping you by my side