Lyrics:
We are all traveling in the footsteps
Of those that'd come before
And we'll all be reunited
On that new and sunlit shore
When the Saints go
and
Ol' Saint Nicholas gay are we
Catching kisses by the yuletide tree
Wouldn't you know that you'd be responsible
For all the holiday noise?
Wouldn't
oh, let the players play
I'd be just like Leo, in Saint-Tropez
I'm so sick of running
As fast as I can
Wondering if I'd get there quicker
If I
The hell of Northern Paris - Roubaix
The Cote d'Azur and Saint Tropez
The Alps and the Pyrenees
Last stage Champs-Elysees
Galibier and Tourmalet
Kom d'allier ik zal der insj oan vroiven hola di jee
Anders goje ge nen hoebel kroigen, hola di jee
Doenek a zjier, ten zegdet mor derect, mor azek
Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there
Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints
I lost you
Still she forces a smile
She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I finally realize
Right before my eyes
Here is a saint
There's a dress
was really fake
I'd be lusting for ya cousin if
It wasn't for His Grace
Yeah, he took me outta nothing and
He made ya boy a saint
Yeah, they tell me
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
thought
You'd jump on the wild ride with me
You make me feel like dancin'
Down on the riviera
There's a town called Saint Tropez
Where a girl like
Weir emmen dest godverdomme
Hoe zitj da met da bier
Weir emmen dest godverdomme
Bringt da mor allier
Weir emmen dest godverdomme
Dat diert hier al
I wish I was a pirate shipwreck down in Mexico
Where the oceans turn to silver and the beaches turn to gold
I'd make love to some senorita in that
Marked by genius, channelled good
By some a bit misunderstood
They'd been wrong many times before
Sometimes our saints are sinners
They blur
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh, ooh
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
nouvelle
Rue Saint-Vincent
Elle avait pas connu son père
Elle avait p'us d'mère et depuis 1900
A' d'meurait chez sa vieille aïeule
Où qu'a' s'élevait comme
Dufour
Tu viens me visiter
À Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Il n'y a plus d'après
À Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Plus d'après-demain
Plus d'après-midi
Il n'y
won't be blue on Christmas
If old Saint Nick comes through
And he remembers that I'd like you for Christmas
New Years, Easter, too
(She'd like you
won't be blue on Christmas
If old Saint Nick comes through
And he remembers that I'd like you for Christmas
New Years, Easter, too
(She'd like you
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh, ooh
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
Dufour
Tu viens me visiter
À Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Il n'y a plus d'après
À Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Plus d'après-demain
Plus d'après-midi
Il n'y
banii
Te răsfăț în vacanțe
Mic dejun somon fumé
Avion privat la scara Saint Tropez
Inelu cu diamant
Toate la nivel înalt
Noi știm să trăim doar în
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
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