in hand. And how I long for that sharp wind. To take my breath away again. I'd run my fingers through your hair. Hair like a wheatfield I'd run through. That I'd run through -. . And I miss you
in hand. And how I long for that sharp wind. To take my breath away again. I'd run my fingers through your hair. Hair like a wheatfield I'd run through. That I'd run through -. . And I miss you
all God's children cry. I'll miss your skin, as golden as your wheatfield hair. And where you go I hope you find out there. A better rain. The kind that comes in off the coast and paints the sky. And
say come down and have some fun. But she knows what the score is. Down here on the farm I can't fall in love with a wheatfield. I can't fall in love with a barn. When everything smells like horse
Bài hát Softly Whispering I Love You - The English Congregation . Softly whispering I love you. Echoes of your voice are calling. Still through my dreams. Softening the chill of the breeze. Through
