Swallows

Like always things will go
They don't care and hencely bow
Here I am lone
Poor and bare to bone

Oh how I miss
You here where my grave is
Long way to make a kiss
But I promise you
But I promise you...

Like always things will go
Young men have to go
With little brain and too much heart
To play the game and lose by a card

Oh how I miss
You here where my grave is
I hope you have happiness
And therefore forgiveness

Like always things will go
The proud will never bow
My heart got its share
My eyes were there just to stare
How bullet ripped through my heart
And my soul went all apart

Oh how I miss
You here where my grave is
Where swallows play their game
And the fields wide wave like tide
Oh how I miss...
Oh how I miss...
...you.