Wet is my whistle Wondering wayward Trouser is caught in the torny bramble Sensibly slipping down spine of the meadow Swamp candle flower, the watery fellow The monarch's my right hand, left is the sparrow Twilight gloom of bone and marrow The river's path is old and narrow First evening star to comfort the scarecrow
Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Hold me up by the root of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere
Hold me up by the root of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Pull me up by the roots of my hair Into the rosy atmosphere Hold me up by the root of my hair Into the rosy atmosphereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
