HARVEST OF HEART
Spring and summer time used to be warm
Sunshine looking fine, shelter from the storm
Days spent outdoors leave now far behind
When autumn rain pours as tears in your mind
Oh, August turns to September
I got too much to remember
Too hard to forget
In the last touch of the sunset
So, we must learn to be apart
Drift on our own now through the dark
Harvest of the heart
Love that has grown longs to restart
Seed of friendliness that you planted deep
Can still grow I guess, good for us to keep
Will that mature and grow to great love
Reveal its nature like clouds high above
Oh, August turns to September
I got too much to remember
Too hard to forget
In the last touch of the sunset
So, we must learn to be apart
Drift on our own now through the dark
Harvest of the heart
Love that has grown longs to restart
Taste of your lips will be its wine
Glow of your eyes will be its fruit
Warmth of your skin makes life of mine
More complete than ever before
First we must learn to be apart
Drift on our own now through the dark
To harvest the love
Truth must be sown straight from the heart |
Samaan teeman sopivaa jatkoa:
I can't hear a single bird sing
No butterfly now spreads her wings
No flower rises up to bloom
From sands of time slowly falling down
Like summer leaves that turn to brown
You friend have packed down and left the town
So you have chosen a lonely room
Instead of life growing from the stones
Autumn is the poison
We drink more of it every day
From pouring rain on horizon
And in corner of your eye
All of those bitter tears
We tried to hide but tend to cry
Maybe the pain disappears
As the autumn days go by
I can't see the pretty girls play
No laughter, joy and songs today
Those empty beaches wait to drown
The sad man into the rolling waves
The ocean calms down soon to freeze
As love memories, in every piece
Of your heart broken once again
Waiting for spring and the better days
Autumn is the poison
We drink more of it every day
From pouring rain on horizon
And in corner of your eye
All of those bitter tears
We tried to hide but tend to cry
Maybe the pain disappears
As the autumn days go by |
Peter Spiegelmann
