Jack London In a Year In a year, in a year, when the grapes are ripe, I shall stay no more away — Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. In a year, in a year, when my time is past — Then I'll live in your love for aye. Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. __________________________________________________________________________________________ К списку авторов К списку произведений