The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung longThe last time she spoke to meHer lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forestBut that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt beforeAnd if time could heal the woundsI would tear the threads away that I might bleed some moreThe last time I walked with her her laughter was the steeple bellsThat ring to greet the morning sun a voice that called to everyoneTo love the ground we walked upon those were good daysThe last time I held her hand her touch was autumn spring and summer and winter tooThe last time I let go of her she walked a way into the nightI lost her in the misty streets a thousand months a thousand yearsWhen other lips will kiss her eyes a million miles beyond the moon that's where she isThe last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked aloneThe last time she kissed my cheek her lips were like the wilted leavesUpon the autumn covered hills resting on the frozen groundThe seeds of love lie cold and still beneath a battered marking stone it lies forgotten
Glen Travis Campbell (Billstown, Arkansas; 22 de abril de 1936-Nashville, Tennessee; 8 de agosto de 2017) fue un guitarrista, cantante, compositor, presentador de televisión y actor estadounidense. Fue conocido por una serie de hits en los años 1960 y 1970.…
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