by Guest » Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:28 pm
I sing in a chorus here in Beregamo Italy and the lyrics suggested to us are the ones of Raymong Klages:
down de road,down the road, on my way to home, tired and blue, weary too, neber more to roam. Friends of olt, hearts of gold fill my memory, no more tears happy years waitin' dere for me. Down the road, down de road gentle voices call, and I guess happiness calls me down de road.
Down de road down de road der's a restin' place, when I'm dere I'll great care, wid a smilin'face Skies of grey pass away wid each weary mile. Home-ward bent, feel content happy all the while. Down the road, roud de bend all my troubles end for I'll find peace of mind waiting down de road
I sing in a chorus here in Beregamo Italy and the lyrics suggested to us are the ones of Raymong Klages:
down de road,down the road, on my way to home, tired and blue, weary too, neber more to roam. Friends of olt, hearts of gold fill my memory, no more tears happy years waitin' dere for me. Down the road, down de road gentle voices call, and I guess happiness calls me down de road.
Down de road down de road der's a restin' place, when I'm dere I'll great care, wid a smilin'face Skies of grey pass away wid each weary mile. Home-ward bent, feel content happy all the while. Down the road, roud de bend all my troubles end for I'll find peace of mind waiting down de road