nhạc Trevor Nunn & Tim Rice, thơ T. S. Eliot's - năm: 1981

  • Memory

    Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory she is smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves co- llect at my feet. And the wind .. begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days life was beautiful then. I re- member the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory … live a- gain. Every street lamp seems to beat. A fainter listening warning. Someone...