A girl prayed
A girl prayed
She prayed to Jesus and to the wounds in his hands
For a bunch of wild wine
For a bunch d wild wine
For the dead wild wine that brought it back to life, Mr.
Indian summer will spin a silver fog out of the fog
Thank you, Lord, for making it so wonderful you know live
Thank you, Lord, for wanting to give love
Thanks for the basset sounds, for the sun and rain
For the bouquet of wildflowers flowers
For a bouquet of wild flowers
For the bouquet with which Jasiek stood under her window at night
For all the beauty of the world
For all the beauty The world
For the world and for the love that he gave it to her as a reward
Indian summer will spin a silver ribbon out of the fog
Thank you, Lord, for it's so wonderful to live in this world
Thank you, Lord, for wanting to give love
Thanks for the bastard sounds, for the sun and rain
br/>For clouds and larks
For clouds and larks
For clouds and winters and scorching August days
For flowery meadows
For flowery meadows< br/>For meadows filled with bluebells and for life, a great gift
Indian summer will spin a silver fog from the fog
Thank you, Lord, for living so wonderfully in this world
Thank you, Lord, for wanting to give love
Thanks for the bastard sounds, for the sun and rain