(Ginger Baker and Janet Godfrey)
Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny; wasting the best of our life.
Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.
[Repeat Second Verse]
[Repeat First Verse]
Sweet Wine
текст песни Eric ClaptonКомментарии:
Войдите или зарегистрируйтесь, чтобы оставить комментарий