So, Verse : Thehair Bridge : Becauselive with at home WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS The lady's adrift in a foreign land Singing on issues both humble and grand A decade flew past her and there on the page She read that the prince had returned to the stage Hovering near treacherous waters A friend saw her drifting and caught her Unguarded fantasies flying too far Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my his (guitaretab.com)
