Woorden:
Celtic Woman The Soft Goodbye

cry. One song, one star burning bright, Let it carry me through darkest night. Rain comes over the grey hills, And on the air, a soft goodbye. Hear

Vertaling: Celtic Woman. De Soft Goodbye.

. One song, one star burning bright, Let it carry me through darkest night. Rain comes over the grey hills, And on the air, a soft goodbye. Hear the

. One song, one star burning bright, Let it carry me through darkest night. Rain comes over the grey hills, And on the air, a soft goodbye. Hear the