Run, if you will, to the top of the hill — open your arms, bonnie Jean.
If you’re immune to this, well, have a nice life.
Run, if you will, to the top of the hill — open your arms, bonnie Jean.
If you’re immune to this, well, have a nice life.
What a song. I haven’t heard it in years. It brought tears to my eyes. A wonderful version – so achingly pure and simple. Thank you for sharing it.
My pleasure, Clay.