Your Stories (исполнитель: Parachutes)
I reeve her up wind Then give her the one to sail And weeds grow to hold me I decide not to go to sea In there I sit with your glove Sewing a small end that I shouldn't had When outside the door I see Where you hide below the old tree (In the place we love) I've played before your way I ran out, but there you gave Where you'd hide, but I can't follow Still out of sight, you left me a clue Where trees grow near the river And many months ago we formed a fort there Where grasses make us play At your hest to mow the way And I went looking under the old tree And I carved your name But I rived in two the place under the tree But I recovered the half you left for me