Chorus)
The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree
Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me
We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell
And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell "Bring along," the brewer said, "bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along to keep us company" Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
כל הזכויות שמורות 2022 ©