Once I believed that when love came to me It would come with rockets, bells and poetry But with me and you it just started quietly and grew And believe
Call the village band out, bid me good bye Everybody stand outside and cry Never thought so many, thought me so dear I'd be happy any place but here
I heard they exploded the underground blast What they say's gonna happen, gonna happen at last That's the way it appears They tell me the fault line
Vertimas: Mama Cass Elliot. Sukurkite savo Kind Of Music.
