Old dark ruby coats his throat Gloves a feathered mind Sharpens up her fountain pen Lay ink down along the table Plaintive, brickyard textbook line Whips her fable down As long as she's able As long as she is able
Bang up, wave the weaver's wand Hand against the sky Day is rain so watch things grow Light pours through her window Tack will need a hefty breeze Blow as though can be As long as she's able As long as she is able Just as long as she's able As long, as long as she is able
Now here's a loud that turns to wail Salvage bits of wire Holding history blown to hell He'll nod off and she will sing He won't dream and she won't sew Talking never stops, no Not as long as she's able Not as long as she is able Not as long as she is able Not as long
The next day holds a smell to it Permeates the house Marches into each cold room Stands as long as Sunday Preaches loud as elder ears Year's they'll rectify As long as they are able Just as long as they are able As long as they're ableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
