In loving memory of my Tato and Babcia, may they rest in peace. x
lyrics
Nobody knows
just where they go, just where they go (x2)
In her cold yellow hands
In the Church’s spire
She is lost, she is lost
In the tree’s silent song
As the ashes scatter
He is gone, he is gone.
Nobody knows
just where they go, just where they go
Everyone dreams
but no-one sees just where they go
In her cold yellow hands
In the Church’s spire
She is lost, she is lost
In the tree’s silent song
As the ashes scatter
He is gone, he is gone.
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