Whispers of Lost Love

In the shadow of the old stone bridge where the river sings and secrets

lie, I called your name to the rising moon but the stars,

they refused to reply. Oh, oh, oh,

oh. My love, my heart, my flame. Through the valleys,

I shout your name. Trumpets cry by the side for you.

My love, till the end of time. Your scarf was caught in the

apricot tree. The wind played tricks, it whispered you'd flee.

But I wait here by the accordions wail, as a stubborn ship with a