Teksty:
Dar Williams Promised Land

Sitting with the number eight platter at the restaurant Four twenty nine for almost anything I want Add it up, it's cheaper than the stuff I make myself

who will greet you? It's a different story for you and for me Go to the woods, go to the woods and see Out in the storybook land are many leagues of

It's a cold, cold time It's a cold, cold time And it makes me wonder If I'll ever forget How cold I? How cold I and the world can be? And the line gets

From the ship, we could see it in the distance As the fog was finally lifting We had come to the shores of Summerday Gently landing, we jumped out on

When you think you've found something Worth holding on to Were you reaching for attention Hoping she would notice you? Collecting bottles and thrown