Today is a winter Sunday We wear our heavy coats The soul of my brother Is pure, though he doesn't think so Oh one for sorrow Oh one for sorrow, two for joy
We walk the whole two miles to Holly I want to hold his hand but I don't The thoughts of my brother Where and when they fly I don't know
Oh one for sorrow Oh one for sorrow, two for joy
Everything is going to be Much better in the spring
Today is a winter Sunday We wear our heavy coats The soul of my brother Is pure, though he doesn't think so Oh one for sorrow Oh one for sorrow Oh one for sorrow One for sorrow, two for joy
What is coming down from the north road What is coming up from the ground? Going up, going down Though we don't know much at all Stand ever firmly, love We'll stand ever firmly, loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
