FOLK / PROTEST
Sad, deserted shore,
your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here,
I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here,
I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time