流理台下的骨頭

clara luzia

I found a stone on the wayside

i stumbled over happiness the other day
i put it in my pocket
hid it away

it‘s a secret hard to keep
my smile is giving it away

you are right, this time i might
i found a stone on the wayside
keep me covered at high tide
i found a stone on the wayside

i heard the birdies sing the other day
the first time after winter
they bring on spring

it‘s a secret hard to keep
listen up, they make you weep