Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose. Why you ramble, no one knows. Wild and wind blown. That's how you've grown. Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?. . Wild and wind blown.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . HER EYES LOOKED AT MINE WITH A COLD VACANT STARE. I'D STILL LIKE TO KNOW WHAT I SAW IN HER THERE. SHE WAS'ANT OUTSTANDING HER FEATURES WERE SMALL.
(Hans York). . You don't like the sunshine even when it's cold. Don't you miss it this time, don't wait 'till you're old. And your days are gone morning will show no more.
(Put your arms around me). [ guitar ]. In the cold grey walls of a prison ragged with hate and fever he lay. A man who call for a loved one and over and over you say.
(Hans York/ Phil Cohen). . The falling leaves whisper of love that's dying,. still my mind is telling me to keep on trying.. And I continue denying what I know to be true,.
(Hannsjoerg Scheid). . Kinder haben viel mehr Zeit. Sie sind von Dingen befreit. Die uns nur im Wege stehen. Im Dunkeln gehen. Wo ist das Licht. Es hat uns doch hergebracht.
Mother dear come bathe my forehead for I'm growing very weak. Mother let one drop of water fall upon my burning cheek. Tell my loving little playmates that I never more shall play.
(Hans York / Tom Armstrong). . I can breathe against your noise. I can feel it in my skin. There's a pulse that warms me over. As another breath begins.
I'm promised to John promised to John. Can't you see that I'm promised to John. . I saw her on the square and I fell in love right there. Though I was told she was promised to John.
(Hannsjoerg Scheid / Michael Kercher). . Ich dreh mich nicht im Kreis. Wo manch ein anderer sieht was ich schon besser wei. Ich fall nicht rund herum.
Oh I wish I had someone to love me. Yes someone to call me their own. Oh I wish I had someone to sleep with. Cause I'm tired of sleeping all alone. . Please meet me tonight in the moonlight.
(Hannsjoerg Scheid). . Du bist heut bei ihm. Liegst in seinen Armen. Ksst seine Lippen und findest es gut. Denkst nicht mehr an mich. Wenigsten fr die nchsten Stunden.
Last night as I lay sleeping I dreamed a dream so fair. I dreamed about my darling a rose was in her hair. I dreamed I left this prison started life anew.
(Hans York/Tom Armstrong). . An empty tin for gasoline. Makes a desperate sound when it's struck. In the thoughts of a child in these decaying streets.
Into each life a love is born for one and one alone dear. The love I chose was surely not for me. All your poison love has stained the life blood in my heart and soul dear.
(Hans York). . I was dancing the California Waltz. lazy, lush, and loose. and I remember feeling. everything is fine. We can take our time. Leave the past behind.
Written by Fred Rose. Recorded by Hank Snow. . [G]I know not where on earth to find you. I know not how or when to start. I only know I'm here with[C]out you.
(Scheid/Cohen). . Moving down the lonely road. White lines flicker like a strobe.. Longing for the morning sun.. Will the daylight ever come?. . Bored out of my mind.
Here's a rose from my garden. Where the bloom of romance grows. But I'll keep on a part near my aching heart. Just a petal from a faded rose. Love'd be sweet in the morning.
(Hannsjoerg Scheid). . Frhling liegt ber der Stadt. In hellem Licht zeigt die Natur was sie zu bieten hat. Voller Farben ein Geheimnis das uns immer begleitet.