that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "Come my way, come my way." The brook
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 1].
Превод: Мариан Фейтфул. Елате My Way [версия 2].
and the road is so weary, How many people can tell you my name? Bells of freedom ring Bells of freedom ring. Come friends and people from every corner, People, come
the whole night long. Tell me where did you get that pretty little dress And those shoes that you wear so fine? I got my dress from a railroad man And my
a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times can a cannon ball fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my
thyme that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "come my way, come my way."
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."
grow on the trees. But I being young and foolish, With her did not agree. In a field by the river My love and I did stand. And on my healing shoulder
Et maintenant, que vais-je faire De tout le temps que sera ma vie? De tous ces gens qui m'indifferent Maintenant que tu es parti. Toutes les nuits,
far To leave me here alone While I may lie lament and cry And you'll not hear my moan. And you No, you And you'll not hear my moan. The crow that is so black, my
, come what may. But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for moving on. I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. Think I'll go out to alberta
Full fathom five My father lies Of his bones all coral made Those are pearls that were his eyes Nothing of him but the fade That doth suffer a sea change
went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "and hast thou slain the jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
One of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelling, One of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelling, One of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelling
a drink for you my dear Mary ann. The lobster boiling in the pot, The bluefish on the hook; The pain they bear is nothing like The ache I bear for you my
see My own true love came smiling to me My own true love came smiling to me. And when I awakened I found it not so And when I awakened I found it not so. My
