Now as always
Rain.
Gathering.
Winding into streams,
Like the roads to Boston
Moon.
I love her like the moon.
Washing yesterday away,
As my lady does,
America.
(Stephen Sondheim)
Gathering.
Winding into streams,
Like the roads to Boston
Moon.
I love her like the moon.
Washing yesterday away,
As my lady does,
America.
(Stephen Sondheim)