The old folks don't talk much And they talk so slowly when they do They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone They share one haeart for two
It's just a little street where old friends meet I'd love to wander back someday To you, it may be old and sort of tumbled down But it means a lot to
Preacher went up to the Golden Gate, With the glow of love in his flowing hair. And met God there, I'm dreamin' of a time when love and music, Is everywhere
I love dancing Crazy romancing Fellas advancing Constantly Marriage is for old folks Old folks, not for me One husband, one wife Whaddya got? Two people
We'll just be the same old friends If we can't be the same old sweethearts Then we'll just be the same old friends For I want someone like you just to
Well I wonder how the old folks are at home I wonder if they'll miss me when I'm gone I wonder if they'll pray for the boy who went away And left his
Old friends, pitching pennies in the park Playing croquet till it's dark, old friends Old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves Pitching popcorn to
Marriage Is For Old Folks Mort Shuman, Leon Carr I love dancing Crazy romancing Fellas advancing constantly Marriage is for old folks Old folks, not for
Say goodbye, it's no life We never realized Where we've been, sad ends We never realized Card games and old friends And always no sad ends Card games
Everyone knows him as old folks Like the seasons he comes and he'll go Just as free as a bird and as good as his word That's why everybody loves him so
I wonder how the old folks are at home I wonder if they miss me while I roam I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away And left his dear old parents
It arrived when the deers wore blue And it came as a surprise They showed what it means to hide Now I know you're alright It breaks me to see you cry
Non si contano i cipressi sulla strada dell'addio, non si contano le spine sulla rosa dell'amor mio, non si contano gli amici che la terra ha gia inghiottito
You have got a lot of nerve to behave the way that you do, making me listen to all of your carrying on You are not the only one who thinks that life is
Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of
Tu sei seduto nel buio, io lavoro nella luce. Tu sei seduto in silenzio, io vivo con la mia voce. Tu sei seduto comunque, dovunque, qualunque cosa fai
Preacher went up to the Golden Gate, And met God there, With the glow of love in his flowing hair. I'm dreamin' of a time when love and music, Is everywhere
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