A box full of treasure and a golden comb I was surely give to you when the moon is [young? ] And christmas is in june.
I will paint an evening of which there will be few, When the sky is water and the sun is blue, And all this is just for you.
A handkerchief of silver to brush away your tear, A sword of finest leather to match your paper spear, For when the day draws near.
When I will write these words in languages unknown I'll be the one to tell you your heart is made of stone And christmas will never be in june.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
