Tell ’em To Me کے بول

Looking through the window A yellow chrysanthemum stands there Even when I can see nothing A yellow chrysanthemum stands there No lies, no cries, and no sorrow She's just been telling her stories Full of delight in the frosty night She's just been telling her stories Tell me your stories Tell me Tell them to me Tell me Tell me your stories Tell me Tell them to me Tell me Tell me your stories Tell me Tell them to me Tell me