Mr. McGonagle sits on the chimneytop wondering how he got there A minute ago he was in his bed sleeping and now he's way up in the air Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there.
Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet lullaby When all of a sudden there came a great crash, now she's flying way up in the sky Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there.
Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motorcar one Sunday morning in May When out of the bonnet that there came a great giant and carried young Joseph away Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
