Flowers blown on the wind at night Lovers' prayer brings heart strings tight My summer was blown to a winter's throne High, high, high Riding fast on the path at night Unaware of a lover's right To be gone and destroy your song Oh,, high, high, high Oh Many changes my young life has seen, yeah People feel that true love's a dream My faith was wrong God will help me carry on High, high, high, oh I wanna take you a high, girl I wanna take you a high, boy [Repeat till fade...]
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