Paroles: Eskimo Joe. Carousel.
Go to sleep now and dream of him close,
While the sky turns from blacker to red.
When you wake in the morning he will be gone,
And leave you dreaming of him close.
While the sky turns from blacker to red.
When you wake in the morning he will be gone,
And leave you dreaming of him close.
Joe Eskimo
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