Mi piace ricevuti: 1
COLD RIVER John was a young man and he used to fish In the big river rapids near the pine and maple trees Then he saw her eyes on the other side he lost his fishing rod and she smiled so wide But there wasn’t any bridge nor any ford To get there… So every single day he’d go see her again No matter whether sunny or dripping with rain But her father pulled her home and locked her door. And he told her she wouldn't see John anymore But there wasn’t any bridge nor any ford To get there… One n

Tipo registrazione: Live
Tags:
Massimo
Amicarelli
Martin
Rain
Good Song
Generi:
Folk rock
Acustic rock
Location:Bar Bah - Milan (MI)