De fokeppen, de fokeppen Nalunk ma, mint orszagunk istapja De fokeppen, de fokeppen Nalunk ma, mint orszagunk istapja Mo-o-o-rem Vam, bednenkim, nekuda
better place to call home Keep running, but always look where you going Whether it's sunny or snowing, them people'll kick your do' in They keep coming, I had to gather
lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter
its hand." And when the wind draws strong Across the cypress trees The nightbirds cease their songs So gathers memories. Last night you spoke of a dream Where forests
snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gathering
lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter
once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
lives there, she was once a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green). Parsley, sage, rosemary
journey so deep the cave of bats but they will go on and on THEY ARE THE LAST HOPE FOR MEN, DRAGONS AND DWARVES SPIRITS OF THE FORESTS SHY ELVES AND
there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary
there She once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt - On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary
there, she once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green). Parsley, sage, rosemary
lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsely, sage, rosemary
lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter