Cello

let the kitchen fire grow cold

let the ancient winter blow

let the running river go it's way

see itoven by

let the geese refuse to fly

twist and tumble from the sky

let the wintry fingers tryuroor

it'spen comen in

all the worlday turn to stone

the sunay sink into the sea

but there will still benlyne love

in this world fore fore

and if the cello has no string

it will always fail to sing

and if aan is without love

he'll surely fail

in livingveryday

all the worlday turn to stone

the sunay sink into the sea

but there will still benlyne love

in this world fore fore

and if the cello has no string

it will always fail to sing

and if aan is without love

he'll surely fail

in livingveryday

and if I'm without your love

i'll surely fail

in livingveryday