Fairport Convention - Nottamun Town
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look upNot a soul would look up
Not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town
When the king and the queen and the company mourn
Come a-walking behind
And riding before
Come a stark naked drummer
A-beating the drum
With his hands on his bosom come marching along
Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone
Ten thousand around me
Yet I was alone
Took my hat in my hands
For to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town odmienia Architecture odĹĽywki Szyby tapety na pulpit
Teledyski stoły do masażu Poznań Gry Online Drzwi harmonijkowe
Czarek Lech callana metoda transport Fitness Authority sejf