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Smith, Patti >>
Alba s touto skladbou:
Trampin',
Mother rose
Every little morn'
To tend to me
There she stood
Waiting by the door
Selflessly
Took my hand
Took it with a smile tenderly
Mother rose
Every little morn'
To tend to me
Now's the time
To turn the view
Now that I have you
And I'll rise
Every little morn'
To tend to thee
When you rise
Open up your eyes
You will see
There I'll be
Waiting by the door
Come to me
Take my hand
Look into your heart
There I'll be
Now's the time
To turn the view
Now that I have you
Now's the time
To turn the view
Now that I have you
Roses growing by my door
Climbing up the vine
All the thorns and pain obscured
Roses shall divine
Where we feel no pain
And the love inside
Where roses climb
Roses shall divine
Roses shall divine
Holy mother
Mother of gold
Mother with stories
Told and retold
She felt our tears
Heard our sighs
And turned to gold
Before our eyes
She rose into the light
She rose into the light
She rose into the light
