this weight passednwhat the present can holdnand be be the birds will sing nof a love like we once dreamednnow this might belongs to sleep nnchorus: [x6]nNow i'm left on with the rising sunnIf I, I ever find my way back homeni'm gonna tell youni'm gonna tell younnthis weight passednwhat the present will holdnwill be, be, the baby birds singsnof love like we once dreamednnow this night belongs to sleep