Upon My Shoulders

Lay your head upon my shoulder.

Somehow I feel obliged.

And I've never offered

This kind of art,

And love is appearance of justice, and

Harmony will come.

It will be much brighter.

Will I see you in the fall?

Love is appearance of justice, and

Harmony will come.

Love is appearance of justice, and

Harmony will come.

I will adore your eyes...