Текст песни Smalltown Poets - One Of These Days
Smalltown Poets - One Of These Days слова песни
When time shall slip its cog in placeAnd spin its line of lovely laceThen love and peace come face to faceOne of these daysWhen sorrow can nowhere be foundAnd greed shall lay its weapons downAnd hate give up without a soundOne of these daysWhen love by tender instrumentThrough circumstance and incidentShall peace and joy again inventOne of these daysTo see this from within the soulWe must be patient and consoledTo know the joy that`s ours to holdOne of these daysAnd so with earnest inward eyesWe man the post where duty liesAnd seek to win the precious prizeOne of these daysOne of these days