Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north
winter without you. The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom, At night they scent my moonlit room. You were my spring, my summer too, I'm going north
winter without you The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom At night they scent my moonlit room You were my spring, my summer too I'm going north to
the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north
Traduction: Joan Baez. Du Nord.
Traduction: Joan Baez. Country Blues du Nord.
when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north
