BEHIND THE SUN

Clapton Eric 141 6 1011 0
by Eric Clapton My love has gone behind the sun; Since she left, the darkness has begun. The smile that used to shine on me Is nothing more than a memory. I see her face, I hear her voice. She made her move, I had no choice But walk and cry, wipe tears with my hand, The one that carries a wedding band. And the clouds hang low And the flowers that used to grow In my heart Are dying now, dying now. Dying now.

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