Из альбома: Walking Into Clarksdale
Heart In Your Hand
Do you gather flowers for me
Moving softly through the trees
With the scent against your arms
Long ago I knew your charms
As I walk through the purple hills of
Soon forgotten
Know that my heart was in your hand
And my heart was in your hand
Do your lips still call my name
Would your mouth still taste the same
There I learned the sweetest words
Oh! What price of mercy
Yeah, though I steal all across the years
The memory lingers on
With my heart in your hand
Oh, my heart in your hand
Should I fall beside the road
Everlasting wandering soul
And the memory sublime
And my heart was there
Yeah, as I walk through the purple hills of
Long ago
I know my heart was in your hand
Oh, my heart was in your hand
my heart is in your hand
Oh, my heart
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