Текст песни Cohen Leonard - Our Lady Of Solitude
Cohen Leonard - Our Lady Of Solitude слова песни
All summer long she touched meShe gathered in my soulFrom many a thorn, from many thicketsHer fingers, like a weaver`sQuick and coolAnd the light came from her bodyAnd the night went through her graceAll summer long she touched meAnd I knew her, I knew herFace to faceAnd her dress was blue and silverAnd her words were few and smallShe is the vessel of the whole wide worldMistress, oh mistress, of us allDearly dead; Queen of SolitudeI thank you with my heartfor keeping me so close to theewhile so many, oh so many, stood apartAnd the light came from her bodyAnd the night went through her graceAll summer long she touched meI knew her, I knew herFace to face