Слова:
Emmylou Harris Sailing Round The Room

sailing round the room Through my window, across the silver moon No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go sailing round the room

sailing round the room Through my window across the silver moon No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go sailing round the

a bird's eye look around From the tall pines of Carolina All the way to the wall of China So I'll go sailing round the room Through my window across