Teksty:
Piano The Meadow

And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano

unconsciously yearning, and wonderin' where you're at. But when the meadow is shadowed by that old sinking sun; And the roses are bowing for the dew drops to come; At my old upright piano

Alice, where's your hair? She said; look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife Alice, where's your teeth? She said, look at the piano. They?re

And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano

And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano

But unconsciously yearning, and wonderin' where you're at. But when the meadow is shadowed by that old sinking sun; And the roses are bowing for the dew drops to come; At my old upright piano

unconsciously yearning, and wonderin' where you're at. But when the meadow is shadowed by that old sinking sun; And the roses are bowing for the dew drops to come; At my old upright piano