By the sea,
at the promontory,
stands a lonesome lady.
Sculpted by nature,
chiselled by the sea.
The forlorn lady
say pensively:
“My darling,
I am longing
I am awaiting,
Your returning
Home to me”
By the sea,
at the promontory,
stands a lonesome lady.
Sculpted by nature,
chiselled by the sea.
The forlorn lady
say pensively:
“My darling,
I am longing
I am awaiting,
Your returning
Home to me”
