Saint Etienne - Like The Swallow Lyrics
Shes like the swallowThat flies so high.Shes like the riverThat never runs dry.Shes like the sunshine on the lea-shore,I love my love, and love is no more.Its out of rosesShe made her bed.A stolen pillowFor her head.Shes like the sunshine on the lea-shore,I love my love, and love is no more.