Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Steve ForbertНазвание : Late Winter SongДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : singer-songwriter folk pop rock classic rock Видео:
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Ev`rybody`s waiting for the sun to shine Waiting on a springtime day Waiting on tomorrow to unwrap their minds Waiting till the sky`s not grey Ev`rybody`s sitting on a cornflake shelf Wond`ring what the tea leaves say I would think it`s crazy, but I`m caught myself Tryna light my own dark way I`ll take your hand and we`ll walk back Down to where the shade trees grew We know something`s missing That got lost back there Back when I could talk to you Ev`rybody`s tryna keep their heads held high Standing by the old iron gate List`ning to the sirens in the wind wail by Wond`rin` why the postman`s late Ev`rybody`s tryna make the oil burn slow Sure to let the pipes drip some Turnin` down the kettle till the coil don`t glow Sweepin` up a mealtime crumb I`ll take your hand and we`ll walk back Down to where the shade trees grew We know something`s missing That got lost back there Back when I could talk to you Ev`ry body`s waiting on the moon to fill Even though it`s hard to see I can feel it tuggin` on my window sill Tryna keep a spell on me Ev`ry night the whistle of the midnight train Rounds the bend at twelve-o-five And I`m always won`drin` If you`ll hear that same Sound out there on Kidwell Drive I`ll take your hand and we`ll walk back Down to where the shade trees grew We know somethin`s missing That got lost back there Back when I could talk to you | Похожие исполнители:
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