I had two jobs, I had dishwater hands And on the weekend in a rock 'n' roll band One Friday night in my hometown bar In walked a girl who looked like
It was my dad maybe it's mother Aunt or uncle a sister or brother Cousin or a friend Or maybe it's all of them They start saying that tomorrow they'll
I know what I want to say to you, my love But when I try to speak the words slip away Without you by my side, I don't want to face the world It's much
All you good-doers lay your weary heads Thorn filled pillows on feather beds Sing your love songs on Sunday morning Close your eyes and we'll dream away
I love these hands so soft and strong I love these hands they can do no wrong I love these hands they belong to you And I will love these hands my life
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Wag Vir My.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Kom ons Pretend.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Plaas Dis Insane.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Dinge wat ek doen Vir Geld.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Onbelangrik.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Wêrelde Away.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Glo.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Ketting van blomme.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Pragtige somer.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Wat sy wil hê.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Mors Away.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Dans In 'n dans klub.
Vertaling: Die Noord-Pikes. Droom Away.