. who for us has died. Tools of the carpenter. I hear you. through thesymphonic voices of nature. -the purity I could never doubt. They tell me to lie on the grass. and observe my saviour. The one
us has died. Tools of the carpenter. I hear you. Through thesymphonic voices of nature. -the purity I could never doubt. They tell me to lie on the grass. And observe my saviour. The one
The song a robin sings. Through years of endless springs. The murmur of a brook at eventide. That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide A great symphonic theme. That's Stella by Starlight and
The song a robin sings. Through years of endless springs. The murmur of a brook at eventide. That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide A great symphonic theme. That's Stella by Starlight and