David Broza The Deer
There is a call where the rivers collide
The fall of the fish where the deer stand watch
The blue of the eyes, the blue of the stream
The sky in my heart, tell me what do they mean
The days are apart, tell me what do they mean
The trees by the river where the river runs in
Though they stand therе together
Won't shade us еver again
Since you are gone, so am I
Like the water gone, bye
Keep an eye on your loved ones
And your money too
Hard times lead, worst times follow
Since the day you were taken away
My heart turned cold, stone hollow
I'm sick of grief
I just can't believe
We'll meet again tomorrow
We'll meet again tomorrow
