John Martyn, Beverley Martyn все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
WoodstockPerch trees, pine trees
Oh there're many kind trees
Sparrows, marrows and all those things
Butterflies flutter by everybody's upper by
Even the man next door can sing
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Would You Believe MeWould you believe me if I told you
For four long years you kept
The wolf from my door
For four long years you kept
My feet upon the floor and now you're crying
Would you believe me if I told you
That my mind had changed me