your flesh like silk and your face like glass Who could they get to ever carry you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that
flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says
Traducere: Joan Baez. Trist Lady Eyed Of The Lowlands.
like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that
