Nhạc sĩ: Fred Rose, Ray Whitley, Gene Autry
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Every time I see her passing by, All I do is hang my head and cry,
And I can't forget her though I try, All I do is hang my head and cry.
I know not how to ease my mind, Since she left our world of love behind,
Now each time I see her passing by, All I do is hang my head and cry.
Golden love, oh golden love, you're gone, But each broken dream still lingers on,
And I can't forget her though I try, All I do is hang my head and cry.
