How can the small flowers grow, and the cold snow is all around. Where will the frail birds fly, have been torn down to the ground.
that carry me away from here and that breaks the line to home, but when I'm miles and miles apart from you. I'm beside you when I think of
How can a tree stand tall to wash it's branches down. If its love's denied for long
that carry me away from here and that breaks the line to home, but when I'm miles and miles apart from you. I'm beside you when I think of
And a song will bring you near