come on, my brother Get on up and help me find my groove Keep me walking, october road. Keep me walking in the sunshine, yeah A little friend of mine October road
up and help me find my groove. Keep me walking, October road. Keep me walking in the sunshine, yeah A little friend of mine, October road. Keep me walking, October road
Vertaling: Taylor, James. Oktober Road.
Vertaling: Verskeie Kunstenaars. James Taylor - Oktober Road.
: Shall I tell it again how we started as friends who would run into one another now and again. At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different
: There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon, may they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground. Who will
: Watch my back and light my way (my traveling star, my traveling star). Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day (old road dog, young runaway
: I was raised up family, man, I'm glad I'm on my own. I was raised up family, man, I'm glad I'm on my own. I mean, God bless the child that can learn
: Little one done run out of money now, no, it doesn't seem to have a home. Left to fend for yourself in the wilderness, out there living life all alone
: Are you there? Can you hear me? Somewhere near me? In the morning, long ago, had to hold you so close, had to never let go. Time on the river sliding
: Christmas future is far away, Christmas past is past. Christmas present is here today bringing joy that may last. Have yourself a merry little Christmas
: (Instrumental)
: I Am Jeremiah Dixon I Am A Geordie Boy A Glass Of Wine With You, Sir And The Ladies I'll Enjoy All Durham And Northumberland Is Measured Up By My Own
: Caroline, I see you standing on the stairway, waiting for your bear there. Handy on the landing, penny in my pocket, high enough to hold you. When
: Do me wrong, do me right. Tell me lies but hold me tight. Save your good-byes for the morning light, but don't let me be lonely tonight. Say goodbye
: Well, the sun's not so hot in the sky today and you know I can see summertime slipping on away. A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning
