Sons of the Pioneers все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Timber, timber, timber,
Timber, timber, timber.

Oh, the mountains high, down the canyons wide
Let me roam and ride, ride thru timber
When the day is done, by the campfire's gleam
Let me lie and dream, dream of timber.

When the Yanks raised the Stars and Stripes on Iwo Jima Isle,
Through the blood and tears they won through.
Bless the heart of each Yankee there on Iwo Jima Isle
Resting 'neath a blanket of blue
High on the hill Suribachi
Flies Old Glory and she always will.
When the Yanks raised the Stars and Stripes on Iwo Jima Isle,
There were tears in their hearts

To the tables down at Morey's,
To the place where Louie dwells,
To the dear old Temple Bar we love so well . . .
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled
With their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts it's spell . . .

Yes, the magic of their singing