it'll do just fine Still, it isn't home We've got planes to catch, bills to pay We won't make it home today We've got shows from Boston clear to Venus
Μετάφραση: Peterson, Andrew. Αφροδίτη.
Lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo Same way I tend to lose my conscience too Another day in these dirty old blues And I don't seem to mind This is a thing
I wanna open up my eyes And see a more beautiful world Let the hand of God Almighty Sweep his colors through my life I wanna hold tight to the laughter
Mary picked the roses Early in the morn Mary picked the roses As the day was being born Mary picked the roses To smell their sweet perfume Mary picked
This is not another song about the mountains Except about how hard they are to move Have you ever stood before them Like a mustard seed who's waiting
I'd give you all of me to know what you were thinking And if I had one wish I'd wish I wasn't sinking here Drowning in this well Oh can't you tell That
David's on his throne at sundown His paper and his pen are in his hand He's waiting on a song at sundown As he gazes out across his holy land And he
I see the thunderheads rise In the northern sky And my heart is sinking In the threatening tide 'cause my portside's heavy with the worries of life
In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, baby In this world there's a whole lot of pain In this world there's a whole lot of trouble But a whole
Girl, I'd be lying if I promised you Every word I ever said was true But I can promise you this: I'm gonna fall--blown over like a ship at sea By the
Margie, won't you listen to an old man's wish They say it's mighty pretty in Alaska My daddy used to talk about those deep sea fish So there's something
