The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over. — 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
