Слова песни Peach Tree Brazzaville

A thought occurred to me,
Lying underneath a peach tree
A moment in the sun...
...Our funny little lives are so brief,
Our frail little bones,
We're here and then we're gone.

Sometimes the lonely days
Turn into the lonely decades,
Old ladies on their own.
The world they knew has drifted away,
Like little puffs of smoke.
We're here and then we're gone.

Sometimes the lonely days
Turn into the lonely decades,
Old ladies on their own.
The world they knew has drifted away,
Like little puffs of smoke.
We're here and then we're gone...
We're here and then we're gone...
We're here and then we're gone...