Now it is dawn and a new day is born But with a trail of despair The new day was shining but many had gone Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost much more than he'd won
He sat by a table and cried in his rum
The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside All that looked at him could barely decide He passed for one day so to sleep in that night And early that morning he diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
