Follow my lead, it is no wonder,
I seem to be so high
Living my dreams the way I
ought to
As the days go rolling by
See me strolling through the
meadow
With you baby by my side
Won't you come and see me,
All Saints Day?
See the streamline blue horizon
With you baby by the way
Won't you come and see me,
All Saints Day?
You can make your reservation
I will meet you at the station
When you come to see me, All
Saints Day
When you come to see me, All
Saints Day
When you come to see me, All
Saints Day.
Marco Giunco |
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