Traduction: Thomas Newman. Loverly printemps.
's wait, From the window I watched. My friends they couldn't have been kinder. And my schooling was cut As I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas,
winter's wait, From the window I watched. My friends they couldn't have been kinder. And my schooling was cut As I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas
(Music by Joan Baez, Words by Thomas Merton) Sweet brother, if I do not sleep My eyes are flowers on your tomb And if I cannot eat my bread My fasts
to Bajan country, I'm going Cropover Ah intend to wuk up until meh waistline blister Cropover ah love you, ah can't do without ya See me Kadooment Day from St. Ann to Spring
I found you there, And running around, and following me, But, you don't... dare, But, I find that I have, now, more than I ever wanted to. So maybe Thomas
Last night, night before (Jump back, baby, jump back) 24 robbers at my door (Jump back, baby, jump back) I got up and let 'em in (Jump back, baby, jump
's wait From the window I watched My friends, they couldn't have been kinder And my schooling was cut As I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a
's wait from the window I watched My friends, they couldn't have been kinder And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a
bei mir zu haus kennt sich niemand mehr ausund das hatn guten grund, Thomas mußte schnell rausich ließ alles liegen, stehen, kreuz und querdenn
(written by Thomas campion; 1600) When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And doth on highest note appeare As any challeng
Blue is the colour of the sea White is the colour of my innocence Not surrender to your mercy I was woken from my misery by the words of Thomas Paine
your promise Willie Thomas There'll be on spring until you bring your love again to me [ fiddle ] I shall keep my promise Willie Thomas I pledged my
What will the birds do mother in the spring When they stop to gather crumbs around the door Will they fly from the trees half as nice with glee Asking
Lyrics by Andy Razaf Music by Thomas "Fats" Waller and Harry Brooks Cold, empty bed, Springs hard as lead, Pains in my head, Feel like old Ned. What
I found you there And running around and following me But you don't, oh, dare, now But I find that I have, now More then I ever wanted to So maybe Thomas