Из альбома: Flowers on the Wall
MY REWARD
WRITER AUSTIN ROBERTS
Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years Is that my reward for loving you While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere Is that my reward for being true We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring But the choir never sang, and the Church bells didn't ring Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke Is that my reward for loving you Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years Is that my reward for loving you While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere Is that my reward for being true We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring But the choir never sang, and the Church bells didn't ring Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke Is that my reward for loving you Is that my reward for loving you