If I have to go I will be thinkin' of your love Oh somehow you'll know You will know Thinkin' of your love Sadly they whispered away As I played the
He was a famous trumpet man out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft, but then his number came
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
Twenty miles from my house to your house Twenty miles and I walk it all the way Twenty miles when you're in love is nothin' And I got to see my baby every
All the notebooks in the world Can never hold the lives I hold But I've gotta make them real It's like covering a bird in solid steel All of these thoughts
We all return to change We all have time to change We swim against the tide Look back into the past We all do anything We live in unconditional change
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number
Mountain of wisdom, Of music and light Muse of all vision, Grant us the Waters of Life Seeking the mountain, Apollo's sacred realm, Where the Muses dwell
"Fading light dims the sight, And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright. From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night. "Day is done, gone the sun, From
Through the streets and thoroughfares Fanfare is everywhere Now it's here and then is gone Time to dazzle and move on Tantara! To begin, tantara! Start
He was a sexy, lover boy From oh, Chicago way He had a hip-hop style No one could take away He was the top man of his class But when his number came
All our visions of sweet tomorrow Is cracking and fading away Hopes of glory are drowned in sorrow This dissension expels us to yesterday Lead your troops
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He wakes up every Sunday morning with a smile on his face Today's the day he's always waitin' for He cleans his bugle and packs it in it's case He's in
(Trad. bew. Jack Poels/Ned. tekst Jack Poels) ik ken 'n megje dat woj danse ik ken 'n megje dat woj danse de ganse oavend lang van links nar rechts oaver
Buddy, why's my brain so muddy? Why do I feel like putty When she walkin' to the room? Touch my tooter, smoocher Sonny, it ain't all milk and honey