When the first men on the ground were laid I wouldn’t fall under the mad skirts Onward forth into a land of gold Swords were drawn upon the road
Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a fox hole in the ground Don’t delay
Come morning, miles along Gathered round, those remained With … and a cry for the land Joy to gain
Winter came and I was old and alone Time set’s gone under the mad skirts Onward further to a land unknown With only hope of the sea’s ago
Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a fox hole in the ground Don’t delay
Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a fox hole in the ground Don’t delay
Come morning, miles along Gathered round, those remained With … and a cry for the land Joy to gainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
