: Friend of mine in a bar, hadn't been chatted up for years, got this bloke droning on and on, boring my poor friend to tears, She looks him dead straight
: Instrumental
's womb Son of God, Son of man, born that we may have life You were born that we may have life You were born that we may have life Rejoice, o world,
Instrumental
morning of May Unite and unite oh let us all unite For summer is a'coming today And whither we are going we all will unite In the merry month of May In
I'll never be your Maggie May The one you loved and left behind The face you see in light of day And then you cast away That isn't me in that bed you'
I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass And the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing The draft in
Friend of mine in a bar, hadn't been chatted up for years, got this bloke droning on and on, boring my poor friend to tears, She looks him dead straight
I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft in
Übersetzung: Irving Berlin. Abie Sings Ein irischer Song (15. Mai 1913).
Übersetzung: The Gathering. Die Mai-Song.
Übersetzung: The Gathering. Die Mai-Song (Radio Edit).
Übersetzung: The Paper Chase. Dies kann die Last Song You Ever hören.
: I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft
