Texty:
Eva Cassidy Simply Eva

: I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go

: Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I

Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have

For you there'll be no crying For you the sun will be shining 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you It's all right I know it's right And the songbirds