WHEN the wind blows her
veil
And
uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her
veil
From the woes I
bewail
Of love and hereafter:
When the wind blows her veil
I cease, I turn
pale.
WHEN the wind blows her
veil
And
uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her
veil
From the woes I
bewail
Of love and hereafter:
When the wind blows her veil
I cease, I turn
pale.