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Текст песни: I hate to leave you now before my time has come
But I'll rest peacefully to know my job is done
I've got no way to hear the stories yet untold
No crystal ball to show me what the future holds
And when you're wandering, where the wild grasses grow
And feel little a little something, tickle in your nose
In every whispering wind that whistles through your hair
Close your eyes and I'll be there
I see the worried look building in your eyes
I feel the weight of love that's filling me inside
I've got no way to stop the ticking of the time
You know I'd use the power, if only it were mine
So when you're wandering where the wild grasses grow
And feel little a little something, tickle in your nose
In every whispering wind that whistles through your hair
Close your eyes and I'll be there
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
And with your love surrounding me in tenderness
I give my all to you with this my final breath
And when I'm wandering where the wild grasses grow
And I feel little something, tickle in my nose
In every whispering wind that whistles through my hair
I'll close my eyes and you'll be there...
Ohhh, close your eyes and I'll be there
But I'll rest peacefully to know my job is done
I've got no way to hear the stories yet untold
No crystal ball to show me what the future holds
And when you're wandering, where the wild grasses grow
And feel little a little something, tickle in your nose
In every whispering wind that whistles through your hair
Close your eyes and I'll be there
I see the worried look building in your eyes
I feel the weight of love that's filling me inside
I've got no way to stop the ticking of the time
You know I'd use the power, if only it were mine
So when you're wandering where the wild grasses grow
And feel little a little something, tickle in your nose
In every whispering wind that whistles through your hair
Close your eyes and I'll be there
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
And with your love surrounding me in tenderness
I give my all to you with this my final breath
And when I'm wandering where the wild grasses grow
And I feel little something, tickle in my nose
In every whispering wind that whistles through my hair
I'll close my eyes and you'll be there...
Ohhh, close your eyes and I'll be there
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