Angielski Brytyjski Lyrics & Chords By Beata Pawlikowska

Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock All is well for the blue jack of diamonds Each of us can find a way to be in love Can't we have the time that we choose If it's not...read more

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil, no danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to meet my...read more

The white ship has sailed and left me here again Out in the mist, I was so near again Sailing on the sea of dreams How far away it seems Sailing upon the white ship Home through...read more

Oh, I'm just a country boy I've got sand all in my shoes I've got tuck in the big city Got to sing the big city blues, city blues I was standing on the corner of Bleeker and...read more

Spin, spin, spin my little darling Spin, spin, spin my little babe Stay in the garden; let your mind tarry Dance to the sunlight, smell the strawberry. Spin. My little darling,...read more