Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swords Of Gold , by - Beverly Glenn-Copeland. Song from the album Beverly Glenn-Copeland Album, in the genre Джаз Release date: 12.05.2018 Record label: Super-Sonic Jazz Song language: English
Swords Of Gold
There’s a lone cry occasionally
The sun was shining along the steep edge of my bed
The covers are all undone but nobody lies in them
Waiting to be warmed, waiting to be warmed
And the floor is covered with sprawled suitcases, and sealed cardboard boxes
Floor is freshly waxed
But the cases, and the boxes, are not yet unpacked
And I can no longer tell whether I am about to stay or to depart again