green train green train going north to Charlemagne moving neath the moon and rolling faster than the rain warm rain warm rain morning fog and old blue flame going to a place that i will never see again
and i say, i see the young boy made of fire! sitting in the last car drinking wine I say, i see the rag upon the the wire swaying to and fro above the line of the
green train green train going north to Charlemagne moving neath the moon and rolling faster than the rain warm rain warm rain morning fog and old blue flame going to a place that i will never see again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
