Woorden:
Jackie Greene Till The Light Comes

The summer birds have flown off to find another home I long to go but I am uninvited I am a stranger here strangled by my every fear The thoughts inside

I don't want your medicine Sick as I am, sick as I am I don't need your helping hand I got a plan, said I got a plan I liked what you did, would you

He loved her back in 1961 He held her through the night Till the dark was done But he's been gone now for several years Left her nothing but a letter