We ran across the fields of cedar hiding from the noisy streets. And when the leaves fell from the cold,
the stars were silver and the moon was gold. I said, “It’s yours, with love, from me.”
— Johnny Cash
We ran across the fields of cedar hiding from the noisy streets. And when the leaves fell from the cold,
the stars were silver and the moon was gold. I said, “It’s yours, with love, from me.”
— Johnny Cash