Darlene Love все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The cold wind is blowin' and the streets are getting dark
I'm writing you a letter and I don't know where to start
The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine
I get a little lonely every year around this time

The music plays all night in Little Italy
The lights will be going up on old Rockefella's tree
People window shopping on Fifth Avenue

See the way he walks down the street
Watch the way he shuffles his feet
My, he holds his head up high
When he goes walking by
He's my guy

When he holds my hand, I'm so proud
'Cause he's not just one of the crowd

It's a marshmallow world in the winter
When the snow comes to cover the ground
It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day
I wait for it the whole year 'round

Those are marshmallow clouds bein' friendly
In the arms of the evergreen trees
And the sun is red like a pumpkin head

The cold wind is blowin` and the streets are getting dark
I`m writing you a letter and I don`t know where to start
The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine
I get a little lonely every year around this time

The music plays all night in Little Italy
The lights will be going up on old Rockefella`s tree
People window shopping on Fifth Avenue

Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry
He's all I 've wantied all my life and even more
He smiled at me and thenl the music started playing
Here's comes the bride when he walked through the door

Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry
The boy whose life and dreams and love I wanna share
For on my hand a band of gold appeared before me

Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry
He's all I 've wantied all my life and even more
He smiled at me and thenl the music started playing
Here's comes the bride when he walked through the door

Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry
The boy whose life and dreams and love I wanna share
For on my hand a band of gold appeared before me

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow, snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright