15 acessos
Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing,
although the snow covers the hopes of Spring.
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold,
and there are dreams, all that your heart can hold.
Someday we'll meet again, my love,
someday whenever the spring breaks through.
You'll come to me out of the long-ago,
warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow.
Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then,
Godspeed, my love, till you are mine again.
Someday we'll meet again, my love,
someday whenever the Spring breaks through.
You'll come to me out of the long-ago,
warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow.
Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then,
Godspeed, my love, till you are mine again !