Matt Costa
Текст песни Laura Lee

Laura Lee, Laura Lee,
sitting there the chest of tree.
Laura Lee, Laura Lee,
whispers every word to speaks.

Dark bright it hair Laura Lee.

Laura Lee, Laura Lee,
an orphan in the hands of faith
Laura Lee, Laura Lee,

take this clock and walk of me.

Curly your feathers, Laura Lee.

Laura Lee, Laura Lee,
love to render set me free
Laura Lee, Laura Lee,
if you see and tell it though for me.

Think gonna roughed in Laura Lee.