作曲 : Crossingham ...
July twenty-third no one heard until days later
Like believing a bird had died though you still hear it singing
The other day, I walked through the park and under its nest on the ground
Its back open wide, as though it was still singing
You'll always stay perched on the frame of my doorway
Evermore, evermore, evermore ... with me evermore
I never saw the bird that once perched and sang outside my home
But notes have a way of reaching the hearts of people they never have known
GOODBYE RICHIE LEE