Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 2 fonts
HEX: #FCBDB6
RGB: 252 189 182
RGB: 252 189 182
HEX: #F7D3C7
RGB: 247 211 199
RGB: 247 211 199
HEX: #F9E167
RGB: 249 225 103
RGB: 249 225 103
HEX: #FDE6BD
RGB: 253 230 189
RGB: 253 230 189
HEX: #F3F1D9
RGB: 243 241 217
RGB: 243 241 217
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them allI'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.