Don Ross Love Will A Way
looking o’er my shoulder
horizon’s in your eyes
you’re talking ‘bout tomorrow
i’m turning to the sky
i drift into the memory there’s not much we can say
don’t leave me in this time of changing
love will, love will a way
coulours flying autumn
whirling in the wind
your eyes are dancing with them
i just tumble in
i’m staring at the fading sunlight
waiting for the words to say
