Flowers In Your Arms
I can hear the winds wail
Calling me to the road
Tell me softly if I should go
These travelling dreams are growing old
My mind is gone I've lost my way
I've given my soul to the song
This old guitar tells my tale
Beneath my feet the road is long
The rain is falling and I'll be gone
Trying to numb this sorrow
With cheap wine and restlessness
I long for your arms come tomorrow
When I return from dirty bars
Lonesome and filled with despair
Will I see you standing there
With flowers in your arms and in your hair
In your hair
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer/s: Stan Simon Kolodziejski