Mara

(albüm: C. J. Fish - 1970)

Flocks of geese in Paris skies
They come to me with open eyes
Dreaming of her and other lives
To pass the time waiting for Mara.

And I alone beside her sit
There's just a lonely candle lit
It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

Green is ember, blue is gold
A not so different story told
Please take my arms, they're growing cold, Mara.

Green and silver, they're off to the moon
I've lost my way, she's lost hers too
Now that I love what shall I do
To pass the time waiting for Mara.

And I alone beside her sit
There's just a lonely candle lit
It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

Green is ember, blue is gold
A not so different story told
Please take my arms, they're growing cold, Mara.

I alone beside her sit
There's just a lonely candle lit
It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

I alone beside her sit
There's just a lonely candle lit
It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

Green is ember, blue is gold
A not so different story told
Please take my arms, they're growing cold, Mara.