Intro
When the hills cry to the whispering moon
And your feet are drying of your doom
You can hear mama calling, calling come home
But what's a home when it isn't your own
Autor(es): Salt Orchard
When the hills cry to the whispering moon
And your feet are drying of your doom
You can hear mama calling, calling come home
But what's a home when it isn't your own
Autor(es): Salt Orchard