Once there were green fields kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above. Once they were part of an everlasting love. W
song Greenfields - TheBrothersFour. Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
Bài hát The Fox - TheBrothersFour. The fox went out to the chase one night. Prayed to the moon to give him light. He had many a mile to go that night. Before he reached the town-o, town-o town-o
When the sun goes back and the first quail calls. Follow the drinking gourd. The old man is a-waitin' for to carry you to freedom. Follow the drinking gourd. . Follow the drinking gourd, follow t
Words and Music by Bob Flick-dick Foley-Mike. Kirkland/John Paine. . This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and. He's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'.
The City Council met last night, the vote was four to three. To tear the home town depot down and build a factory. To take that stretch of history and tear it off the map. And to take old engine nu
Farewell, my Tani,. Child of a coral sea. We dreamed of heaven,. But you've forgotten me. . I loved you dearly,. Why did we have to part?. Now I am lonely,. Here with a broken heart. . Once
Song Beneath The Willow . Singer TheBrothersFour. My heart is sad. and I am lonely. I'm lonesome for the one I love. When shall I see her. maybe never until . we meet in a heaven above. Oh bury
Song The Gallant Argosy - TheBrothersFour. Oh once there was a ship that sailed on Barbary,. and the name of the ship was the Gallant Argosy. We feared she would be captured by the Spanish enemy
Words and Music by Bob Flick-dick Foley-Mike. Kirkland/John Paine. . This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and. He's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'.
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road. Out of your dust Bowl and Westward we rolled. Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold. . I