They'll block the rain, oh With their salty leaves
They'll keep the wind oh From our short short sleeves
Well if he comes And tries to find us
We'll just grab hold Branches above us
And we'll sit up here We will wait a year
We'll come back, oh We'll come back when the coast is clear
Oh no.. oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no It's a row, (a row), a row A row of stumps surrounding us It's bright and cold and lonesome We must have cut them down in our sleep In our sleep we must have cut down all the trees Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
And now the wind, it hits our sleeves It's freezing we got colder Older, we got older
Without those trunks surrounding us I can see for miles tonight And I think I see a distant light And I need to find out what those are
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Sorry about the stumps Sorry about the stumps Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
You're sitting here on bloody knees Where once were eucalyptus trees
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye See you in the night
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye See you in the night Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
