A keresés eredménye

She sang my life through music

They told me that she sang
In a poor district.
[And] so this evening to hear her I have come
And the words of her song
Seemed to be written for me.
 
She sang my life through music
She'd say my [own] words through song
America again I'd see
She'd touch my heart tenderly
She'd calm me quietly
She'd carry me far away from the present.
 
The notes of my years
They'd march on neath her hands
Without knowing me she seemed to [already] know me well
Oh, I was alone with her
She'd recount my past.
 
She sang my life through music
She'd say my [own] words through song
America again I'd see
She'd touch my heart tenderly
She'd calm me quietly
She'd carry me far away from the present.
 
I'd have liked to guess
That she sang [just] for me
But there was so much sadness in her voice
Ouh, that she seemed to be lonely
Lonely with her song
 
She sang my life through music
She'd say my [own] words through song
America again I'd see
She'd touch my heart tenderly
She'd assure me quietly
She'd carry me far away from the present.
 
Ay, I tell [you,] that she'd sing my life
Oh, and that she'd say my words in song
America again I'd see
She'd touch my heart, oh so tenderly
She'd calm me, oh quietly
She'd carry me far away from the present.