Her Last Home

Her Last Home Lyrics

Just like oil on canvassÅ
Touch of red, mostly blackÅ
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youÅ

WeepsÅ shadowÅ
Cries Å sparkleÅ
ÓShe sleeps, she sleepsÅÔ
Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being hisÅ

Now she is like a torn flower,
AloneÅ

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all aloneÅ