I hear the horns a blowing
sweeping cross the land
gentle breezes bright blue skies
mlady hand in hand.
nothing else matters
only two old friends
mlady hand in hand.
I hear the horns a blowing
calling me home
mlady hand in hand
I be in heaven
with my lady
hand in hand.
Friday, July 21, 2006
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