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Hill Dan Memories

Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old Waiting for my daddy to come home And now I look into the eyes of my own son Wondering what he's thinking

Traduction: Hill, Dan. Memories (Revisited).

Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old, Waiting for my daddy to come home, And now I look into the eyes of my own son, Wondering what he

: Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old, Waiting for my daddy to come home, And now I look into the eyes of my own son, Wondering what

an ubhal as airde Air a' chraobh a bhuain The Highest Apple At present All you were is with me My eyes closed, my memory confident Standing here watching Each hill