If you think you're hearing something. And you can't think what it is. If you feel a quiet longing. Lift your heart into the wind. There you'll find my kindred spirit. There you'll meet me as a
and hold. For earthly treasures, I have found,. Are nothing more than fool's gold Fool's gold. Fool's gold The ones I love, thekindred dear. My friendships new and old. When I cling to them in
The night Steve Biko died I cried and I cried. The night Steve Biko died I cried and I cried. Biko, O, Steve Biko died still in chains. Biko, O, Steve Biko died still in chains. Biko died in
'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh
'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh
Thomas Moore, Nina Simone. . 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh. To reflect back