Winter '68

Now there she goes
She walks on by
She makes no noise, no
You hear her cry
I thought I’d seen them before
But not like this
Well I promise you this:
You’ll be my last kiss
Now there she goes
She’s to my side
She makes no sound, no
But you can hear her cry
I thought I’d seen them before
But not like this
Well I promise you this:
You’ll be my last kiss