اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
If the hands of time
Were hands that I could hold
I'd keep them warm
And in my hand
They 'd not turn cold
Hand in hand
We'd choose
The moments that should last
The lovely moments
That should have no future
And no past
The summer
From the top of a swing
The comfort
In the sound of lullaby
The innocense
Of leaves in spring
But most of all
The moment when love first touched me.
All the happy days
Would never learn to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose the wave goodbye
