train fare And you won't mind the wrinkles, 'cause you know how they got there In love but not at peace, in love but not at peace Once for me, love was
Vertaling: Dar Williams. In Love, maar nie by Vrede.
burning," and she hit the kitchen, And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian," "But we love trees, we love the snow
, I'll remember. The '68 convention was a singing the times they are a-changing, Well I guess they a-changed back. Oh I miss those peaceful folk, love
