Dear, I'm thinking of you while here all alone I'm wishing and longing for you and for home And I'd give this old world if I could only say I'm climbing that hill headed that way
With a troubled mind and a heart filled with pain I've searched the old world for fortune and fame But I'm longing to be with you once again So we could stroll down old memory lane
There's a little red house on the top of the hill Not very far from an old syrup mill For I'm lonesome and blue for some place to roam And I wish it could be down the old road to homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
