Her Last Home (Church version) - Demether

Just like oil on canvass

Touch of red mostly black

Thick are the air and the fog that hide her

From you

Weeps shadow

Cries sparkle

She sleeps she sleeps

Once in time there she was

Standing by the willow tree

Longing for an old feeling being his

Now she is like a torn flower

Alone

Among the trees and underneath the leaves

There is her last home she lies there all alone

Among the trees and underneath the leaves

There is her last home she lies there all alone

Among the trees and underneath the leaves

There is her last home she lies there all alone