Текст песни




I grew up overshadowed by the high steel hills
I couldn't bear those awful bully boys
Where the dark and haunting mills stand
And the woods and lakes surround me
There's a whisper on the summer breeze
Reminds me of those mountains that we climbed
So long ago
There's a whisper on the summer breeze
I never let the smog cloud my eyes
Oh, no
You appear on the bright horizon
Brushing white hair from your blue eyes
Those city folk with all their fancy ways
They will never know how to be kind
There's a whisper on the summer breeze
Reminds me of those mountains that we climbed
So long ago
There's a whisper on the summer breeze
I never let the smog cloud my eyes
Oh, no
Don't live your life like a fool
Please just be you
Live an excellent life
And try to stay true
Don't live your life like a fool
Please just be you
Live an excellent life
And try to stay true
True
True
True
True



Авторы: Steven Boyd Whitfield, Paul Garry Strickland Copyright: Revolver Music Limited



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