Слова:
Bride Young Love

ghost She misses the sun on her face the most Young love, kiss him goodbye Young love, don't you cry Young love, it's no lie There is love before the

Ghost She Misses The Sun On Her Face The Most [chorus] Young Love-Kiss Him Goodbye Young Love-Don't You Cry Young Love-It's No Lie There Is Love Before

scented blossoms Of the sloe on the thorn But my love shines much brighter In looks and in stature That honey-lipped beauty Who never said wrong I'm a handsome young

feed you Love you like a daddy loves his baby, baby do it for me You're the fastest race I ever led You're the finest bride I'll ever wed You're the

Fake tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys

love and of passion And there's pictures of keys and of strife There hung pictures of youth and of beauty Of old age and a blushing young bride They

love and on his left hand was the word fear And in which hand he held his fate was never clear Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride

battle of the Blue and Gray Oh Mary don't you weep for me... Mary's young heart was filled with joy when she got the letter from her soldier boy His words of love

I was born in East Virginia North Carolina I did go There I courted a fair young maiden But her age I did not know Oh her hair was dark and curly And