In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
You went out again and again But I'm missin' you today I don't know why you went away? And there's so much more to say But I'll be with you someday So
Let's walk down to the water There's hyacinth in bloom I spend my days lovin' you I left these fields because I never knew To be a horse, to be a train
I wrote this song years ago Late at night somewhere On the Goldhawk Road I was never sure how or why Before the war and the tidal wave Engulfed us all
Saturday summers, when I was a kid We'd run to the schoolyard and here's what we did We'd pick out the captains and we'd choose up the teams It was always
Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbye Oh my grandfather
Know what I'm sayin' Think you got it figured out by now Yo, yo If first you don't succeed try, try again Step up to the mic and die again This is the
Bei dem Birnbaum in den Feldern steht ein altes Backsteinhaus. Und da schaute alle Tage Opa Knesebeck heraus. Doch der Opa ist verschwunden aus dem alten
Flowers are nice, flowers are pretty So I took a ride away from the city Stories I'd heard of mystery and magic Traveling caravans left me enchanted
I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd hear a rooster crow But there are none who live downtown And so the day starts out so slow Again the sun was
Out into the fields, I will go flying Lovers of a train will watch my tracks Lonely in their, lonely in their boxes Me, I'm raising, raising the smile
VERSE 1: Loving can be simple (Find a guy, settle down) Can it be so simple (Touch the sky, look around) There is so much out there (Wait your turn, stand
Flyin' me back to Memphis Gotta find my Daisy Jane Well, the summer's gone And I hope she's feelin' the same Well, I left her just to roam the city Thinkin
Green Fields and Golden Sands Are all I need; are all I want Let the wind blow hard, I don't mind A small house and an olive tree, To keep and feed my
Performed by adam sandler, rob schneider, tim herlihy, and steve koren Russel: [shouting] "come on robert! pitch it in there, baby! we're behind
Here he comes as you pray Like shot lambs you crawl Here he comes as you pray Oh, shot lambs now fall Hear him breathe as you pray His tongue licks your
(Ze Rodrix - Tavito, 1972) Eu quero uma casa no campo Onde eu possa compor muitos rocks rurais E tenha somente a certeza Dos amigos do peito e nada mais