On an old farm house veranda there sat Silas and Marinda Dreamin' of the days gone by He said deary don't be weary, you're always bright and cheery Now a tear did dim your eye.
He said they're not tears of sadness Silas they are tears of gladness It was fifty years ago the day we wed Then the old man's dim eyes brighten and his old heart it lighten As he turned to her and said.
Put on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on it While I hitch all dovin' to the shade Through those fields of clover you'll ride up to Dover On our golden wedding day.
Put on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on it While I hitch all dovin' to the shade Through those fields of clover you'll ride up to Dover On our golden wedding day.
Put on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on it While I hitch all dovin' to the shade Through those fields of clover you'll ride up to Dover On our golden wedding day.
On our golden wedding day...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
