Upon My Shoulders - BRAD

Lay your head upon my shoulder

Somehow I feel obliged

And I’ve never offered

This kind of art

And love is appearance of justice

And harmony will come

It will be much brighter

When I see you in the fall

And love is appearance of justice

And harmony will come

And love is appearance of Justice

And harmony will come

(I will adore, I will adore your eyes…)