Saturday, 27 November 2010
who's going to shoe your pretty little foot?
who's going to glove your hand? who's going to kiss your red ruby lips, when i'm in that far off land? the pretty little birds do choose sad songs, and they sing around the land. they sing a sad little goodbye song cause they know that i'm going away.
now when my lips are smiling, my heart is full of pain, cause i know when they send me to that far off land, i may never see you again.