Текст песни Henry Lane

Summer is nearly over now,
Sun's a lot less of warm.
Trees have started loosing all the leaves
With the brown lore.

You say you gonna travel back home.
All the same we went before.

Born a gypsy, yeah,
You always set the night aflame.
As the days grew older
You won the love of all my friends.Steamhammer - Henry Lane - http://ru.motolyrics.com/steamhammer/henry-lane-lyrics.html

Oh, but that's all right,
Gonna sail away again.

Lying low on Henry Lane.

The summer is nearly over the hill,
Sun's a lot less of warm.
Trees have started loosing all the leaves
Declined of all.

And you gonna travel the way unknown.