Riding home Now I know On a moonless night of cloud that feels like frost It's God that speaks to us when we're bewitched, Though stars are hidden, (hold your feet Smelling the hay in June and smiling |
Riding home Now I know On a moonless night of cloud that feels like frost It's God that speaks to us when we're bewitched, Though stars are hidden, (hold your feet Smelling the hay in June and smiling |