COLORS FALLING, BUTTERFLIES AND FLOWERS PAINT THE GROUND CUCKOOS CALLING, DO I HAVE TO GO AND IT'S HARD, SO HARD TO FORGET HER THIS IS WHERE WE ALWAYS
Colors falling, butterflies and flowers Paint the ground Cuckoos calling, do I have to go And it's hard, so hard to forget her This is where we always
Translation: Air Supply. Hard To Forget Her.
loud Colors falling, butterflies and flowers Paint the ground Cuckoos calling, do I have to go And it's hard, so hard to forget her This is where we
her due And all the folk they sang of a good rhyme While drinking all they wanted to A bitter sweet, this final evening, before he must leave her side
months heavy with birth As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear (singing softly) First...lullaby First...Son...will...ever...hear And never forget
