David Broza Untitled
Many and many long years ago
Besides the ripplin' water's flow
I spied a girl with a heart of gold
She bid for me to stay
I said, "Fair maid, I must be gone
Though your love is pure and strong
I'm still young and life's not long
I must be on my way"
So many and many long years ago
Besides the ripplin' water's flow
I spied a girl with a heart of gold
She bid for me to stay
She bid for me to stay
She bid for me to stay
