Testo di True Love

Here I am waiting For my true love to come When the storm's melting To have rest in my arms Under my windows White flowers grow Through the rhye meadow He'll come I know What if he comes here With gun in his hands I will have no fear As I never had I will fall deeply Into his caress Then he'll be sleeping Upon my chest Promise I'll be waiting But if he comes too late Remember me but forget about my fate