Laulunsanoja:
Duhks The Your Daughters And Your Sons

me I should meet her Someday streets of gold Gonna guide me on to greet her Once my father sat down And told me of the prophets Mathew, Mark, Luke and

go when you die? I have packed your satin gloves and lace All the pictures of your pretty face And I kept the ones of you on skates And a picture from your