The winter wind Is blowing so strong My hands have got No gloves
Wish to my sole That I could have The boy I'm dreaming of
Don't you remember me, babe I remember you quite well Caused me to leave All of New York town With a high sheriff on my tail
A high sheriff on my tail, boys, High sheriff on my trail.
All because I've fallen for A curly headed dark-eyed boy
Who's gonna stroke Your coal black hair And your sandy colored skin Who's gonna walk you side by side And tell you everything is alright
Who's gonna look You straight in the eye And hold your bad luck hand
Who's gonna walk you Who's gonna talk to you And who's gonna be your woman
The winter wind Is blowing so strong My hands have got No gloves
Don't you remember me, babe I remember you quite wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
