Goodbye, Suzanne. Don't cry Suzanne, though I'm goin' away Yesterday was Sunday. Monday is the day I hear the bugle blowin', callin' ev'ry man I'll be home by early spring. Don't cry, Suzanne
You cannot come along, my love, to hear the cannons roar Your eyes are too gentle for to see the shame of war Some will be a-dyin' before the battle's through Some will be a-cryin', as I will be for you
Goodbye, Suzanne. Don't cry Suzanne, though I'm goin' away Yesterday was Sunday. Monday is the day I hear the bugle blowin', callin' ev'ry man I'll be home by early spring. Don't cry, Suzanne
My love for you is stronger than the cannon or the drum My love for you is longer than the rollin' of the sun When brooks are overflowin' I'll be hitchin' up the plow I'll be back in time for hoein', but I must leave you now
Goodbye, Suzanne. Don't cry Suzanne, though I'm goin' away Yesterday was Sunday. Monday is the day I hear the bugle blowin', callin' ev'ry man I'll be home by early spring. Don't cry, SuzanneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
