Тексты песен Stackridge

She was fond of Renoir, and tasting Spanish wine, Taking care of children, she memorized every line, Hanging out her stocking for Santa Claus to sign, Oh how I wish she could be mine. Once I did... Ha

I can sit on sands by the sea And see the Vikings fascinating me By the moonlight Everything changing 'cept the sun and tide There are green lands, rivers and trees And sands where birds sing Animal p