fluosa
Reg.: 08 Mag 2004
Messaggi: 150
Da: Ravenna (RA)
|  Inviato: 29-11-2004 20:12 |
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Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living’s easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton’s high, Lord, so high.
Your daddy’s rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She’s looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No, no, no, no, don’t you cry.
Don’t you cry!
One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise, rise up singing,
You’re gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning
Honey, nothing’s going to harm you now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, ...
Don’t you cry,
Cry.
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