Elijah کے بول

I met Madeline in the south of France Where she grew with the fig and broke bread with the moon Dark eyes of the evening brought her a son A blessing and burden for she was so young, so young Water is cold with a wayward gale Much like the leaves, I've become frail Madeline said I'd like to follow But I must stay well to care for Elijah I must stay well to care for Elijah, Elijah I met Madeline in the south of France Where she grew with the fig and broke bread with the moon Dark eyes of the evening brought her a son A blessing and burden for she was so young, so young Water is cold with a wayward gale Much like the leaves, I've become frail Madeline said I'd like to follow But I must stay well to care for Elijah I must stay well to care for Elijah, Elijah