that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more But I've grown weary waiting for love to say, "Come my way, come my way." The
Превод: Мариан Фейтфул. Елате My Way [версия 2].
thyme that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more But I've grown weary waiting for love to say, "come my way, come my way."
'm one. If I had listened To what my mother said I'd have been at home today. But I was young and foolish, oh god, Let a rambler lead me astray. Go tell my