Louisa John-Krol - Waterwood
текст песни

Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood

I saw a butterfly on a bicycle -

Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood

I heard a dragonfly brush your pie.



Who loves a life too much to die?

Who would make enchanted drops for human eyes?

To see the world through magic eyes:

Wind and water and sun and rain and moon alight!



Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood

I saw a little girl dancing in a tree -

Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood

I heard a tambourine in the sea.