"The Harold Song". I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see. That you were the love of my life
"The Harold Song". I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see. That you were the love of my life
together fall apart. And in Battersea power station, the fisher king. Ponders on his ruin, among many other things. He folds his broken hands, . Surveys his barren lands, . And prays for hope to whisper
Harold Dorman - Mountain of Love. . Standin' on a mountain lookin' down on a city. The way I feel is a doggone pity. Teardrops fallin' down the mountainside. Many times I've been here, and many
