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Faithfull Marianne Come My Way

that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "Come my way, come my way." The brook

Oversættelse: Marianne Faithfull. Come My Way [version 1].

and the road is so weary, How many people can tell you my name? Bells of freedom ring Bells of freedom ring. Come friends and people from every corner, People, come

a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times can a cannon ball fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my

thyme that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more But I've grown weary waiting for love to say, "come my way, come my way."

Et maintenant, que vais-je faire De tout le temps que sera ma vie? De tous ces gens qui m'indifferent Maintenant que tu es parti. Toutes les nuits,

, come what may. But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for moving on. I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. Think I'll go out to alberta

went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "and hast thou slain the jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

a drink for you my dear Mary ann. The lobster boiling in the pot, The bluefish on the hook; The pain they bear is nothing like The ache I bear for you my