I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war? — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
High in the sky is a bird on a wing Please carry me with you Far far away from the mad rushing crowd Please… — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen… — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green,… — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
If they gave me a fortune, My treasure would be small: I could lose it all tomorrow And never mind at all. But if… — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
