Oh the night treats And the devil down is sound asleep A million tiny moths float flutter and fall And headlights fall along the dogs dark gums
And way down in the valley The trees, they creak and groan And whisper with the northern winds So go on home now, go on home
Oh where is my little swallow I have no golden armour to share You may pluck out my blue eyes Tear out my tongue, tear out my tongue Well I've seen this sagging sky before And I've sang this sorry song one too many times
Oh where is my little swallow I have no golden armour to share You may pluck out my blue eyes Tear out my tongue, tear out my tongue Well I've seen this sagging sky before And I've sang this sorry song one too many times
Oh where is my little swallow I have no golden armour to shareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
