Sweet Child O' This Old Heart of Mine

In the holler where the wind doth sing
There's a sorrow clinging to everything
Through the mist, like a whisper, you come
A melody so fragile, it's almost undone

Sweet child o' this old heart of mine
In the darkness, our love's a dying vine
Your touch, it keeps me holding on
But I know in the end, you'll be gone

Oh, sweet child o' this old heart of mine
Take my hand, let's dance in the moonshine
Though our love may fade, like shadows at dawn
I'll cherish the memory of what we had, now you're gone



Credits
Writer(s): Burton Rast
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link