A mist halos the meadow And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly
A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly
Traducción: Worley, Darryl. Shiloh.
