The Irish Descendants все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty
I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind
To feel you all around me,
To take your hand along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

When sundown hails the sky,

Chorus):
Rare bog, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-oh,
Rare bog, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-oh.

Now in the bog there was a tree,
A rare tree, a rattlin' tree;

I'll come a-rollin' home when my rovin' days are done,
And when I do I'll finally settle down and never stray;
I'll come a-rollin' home when my rovin' days are done,
And when I do I'll finally settle down and never stray.

On the road from here to God knows where,
With a million miles to go,
I'll stop and smell the roses on the way;