The evening hangs beneath the moon. A silver thread on darken dune. With closing eyes, and resting head. I know that sleep is coming soon. Upon my pillow, safe in bed. A thousand pictures fill my
High upon a mountain top. Where the eagle builds his nest. I shall go wandering. Trying to put my mind at rest. And I shall never cease. Until the day I die He was once a friend of mine. But I d
Someday she'll be here, that's a fact. Someday, she'll be coming right back. Maybe I'm dreaming. I hope it's not so, but. Someday she's comin' back I know. You know I'm ready, to see her again.