Paroles Barbara Allen's Grave de Adam Selzer

Adam Selzer
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Adam Selzerloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Adam Selzer49122
  • Chanson: Barbara Allen's Grave
  • Langue:
Ajouter/Corriger les paroles Corriger / Editer ces paroles
Ajouter des paroles sur le site Ajouter des paroles sur MusiKiwi
Les paroles similaires

Les chansons similaires

Barbara Allen de Eddy Arnold

In Scarlet Town where I was born there was a fair maid dwelling And every youth cried Well Away her name was Barbara Allen Twas in the merry month of May when all green buds were swelling Young William...

Barbara Allen de Art Garfunkel

(Arranged by Art Garfunkel) All in the merry month of May, When green buds all are swellin'. Sweet William on his deathbed lay for love of Barbara Allen. He sent his servant to the town, The place where...

Barbara Allen de Joan Baez

(Traditional) Twas in the merry month of May When green buds all were swelling, Sweet William on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen. He sent his servant to the town To the place where she was dwelling, Saying...

Crows de Mountain Goats (The)

well i went way out North Carolina way to that old graveyard where my great grandmother lay and the day was bright and i hadn't slept all night and they sold the place to some guys who were building...

Barbara Allen de Everly Brothers

Twas in the merry month of May When flowers were a-bloomin' Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant to the town The town where she did dwell in Saying...

Textes et Paroles de Barbara Allen's Grave



I picked the rose from Barbara Allen's grave
And carefully wrapped it up tight
They told me you'd like it if I gave it to you
Under a moonless night
I cut a dashing figure
As I stepped from the train into town
Ignoring the voices in my head that told me
That said I should have been home by now
I picked the rose
I picked the rose
I picked the rose
From Barbara Allen's grave

One Armed charlie just came from the Clark
And he stands on the benches to speak
To the transient chorus who heckle politely
As the pigeons walk over his feet
As he talks about being stuck under Boston
Twelve years ago on the train
And gives me a nod because I was there with him
He was the one who told me your name
I picked the rose I picked the rose
I picked the rose
From Barbara Allen's grave

Mr. Sherringford is a very clean man
Except for his yellow teeth you know
As he sat in the diner singing Clark Street carols
You might even say that they glowed
I know that he'll give me the details I need
But getting out of hear could be hard
No one leaves this diner at this time of night
Without beating Mr. Sherringford at cards
I picked the rose I picked the rose
I picked the rose
From Barbara Allen's grave

I dream at night of violins And dance halls long since closed
You come running out the side exit wearing A brown jacket over your clothes
Turning to look at me just for a second Every night it's the same
I wake up lying in a near north side bed Before I can call out your name

The last time I saw you there were two dead leaves
Stuck to the side of of your face
You hurried down Archer Avenue
Towards the Resurrection cemetery gates
You looked as cold as Russian winter
As I watched you slowly disappear
The gloves you were wearing fell to the ground
But I've got them for you here
I picked the rose I picked the rose
I picked the rose
From Barbara Allen's grave

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons