Dance, all you cockleshells Play, all you distant bells The baby sleeps, his hands are still And now we all can dance until We fall asleep or lose the will
Sing to the sleeping child He's yours but a little while The young man waits, his hands are full He seldom stops to see the sun go down And fails to see when he's in bloom
Dance all your years away Life is a quiet slipping day The old man sleeps, his hands are still And now we all can dance until We fall asleep or lose the willTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
