Did you hear Gabriel blow his horn? It's what sent those black birds on their way Into this house we born to be
Like an arrow shot over the mountain Like a bottle tossed in the sea I have journeyed, I have traveled Now home calls me
Let's all gather round the grand piano Let's all raise our glasses in the air Give a cheer to the jolly good fellow and everyone whose kin
Who will mend this wagon wheel To put this show on the road The music sounds just like it feels
Like an arrow shot over the mountain Like a bottle tossed in the sea I have journeyed, I have traveled Now home calls me
And the band played on Through the storm Through the wicked, wicked rain
And the band played on in golden harmony
What straw will break this camel's back? Will we grow to love the lord? Cant wait to __ what time __
Lets all gather round the grand piano Let's all raise our glasses in the air Give a cheer to the jolly good fellow and everyone whose kin Well everyone whose kin Oh oh everyone whose kin ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
