- cifra
It's midnight on the mountain
I can tell by the chill in the pines
It touches my face
Like it's trying to say
You've lost her forever this time
Each night I go out a walkin'
I can't stand the feel of four walls
I always can tell the hour of twelve
When her memory starts comin' to call
I talk to myself in the moonlight
I can't talk her off of my mind
The wind and the rain
Gonna whisper her name
If I live till the end of all time
