Dead lover

Knocking at the door
I wonder why you're here for
Bring all the old time
back, when i'm alive and fine

king and his men
with horses, marching in my mind
pretty young princess
in the garden,all good old days

me and my horse
teasing the blowing wind it goes
gun and be gone
like a wonderful sun you shone

roses on the tomb
tear drops wet my face
girl, you were the one
the only one really i cared...