letra de old meg - herbert howells
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there’s never the taste of a cherry for me
they’re out of my reach on the bough
and it’s hard to be seeing them hang on the tree
and no man to hand me them now
it’s hard to be travelling since billy boy died
with the devil’s own crick in my back
with the gout in my knees and a stitch in my side
and no man to carry my pack
it’s hard to be travelling the roads all alone
when cherries hang handy and ripe
and no man to find me a soft mossy stone
and no man to kindle my pipe
letras aleatórias
- letra de mein odem ist schwach - max reger
- letra de bilbo - luck & nene studios
- letra de eyes closed (walk in the dark) - juice wrld
- letra de open the scroll (only you are worthy) - live - upperroom
- letra de i know what it's like - kayeandre
- letra de deus, você e eu - gprw
- letra de nivele denivelate - omu gnom
- letra de totalitär tomhet - ritualmord
- letra de при памяті (in mind) - пропаща сила (missing power)
- letra de стой (stand) - алоэвера (aloevera)