Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Days like these could never last
Would I find you with a net outcast
Pour a glass brimful of red
Drink it down the past is dead
Traveling over land and sea
Wandering soul hear my plea
Cover your eyes the moment's due
It moves so fast what's left that's new?
When autumn comes around again
Remember me your truest friend
Traveling over land and sea
Wandering soul hear my plea
Eye to eye and word for word
Time slipped out with the early bird
The ripening fruit's a deep shade of red
I'll keep some back for the road ahead