Francis Turner Lyrics

Soothed by a secret,
None but Mary knows
There on that afternoon in June
By Mary's side
Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
It suddenly took flight
Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
It suddenly took flight
Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
It suddenly took flight

Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
And a trumpet motiv that sing like this
...
There's a garden
Of Acacia
Catalpa Trees
And arbors sweet
With vines
Collecting pieces of sun
...
We're so Fragile
And so delicate
...
I Layed here
Waiting the sunset