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• Artiste: Paula i Karol
• Titre: Mother's Stew
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The wind and seas, the fallen leaves The olive trees, will get us through tomorrow A drop of dew, your mother's stew And all that flower blowing in the wind We take a ride and look inside And throw away the rules that we won't follow The wind and seas the fallen leaves The olive trees will get us through that day And the tone you keep and the way you breathe Is like home for me keeps me company, with ever word you say And the clever way that the branches sway How they comfort me keep me company, forever and a day The tattered clothes, the sticks and stones The broken bones, no way to heal that sorrow The running trail, we tripped and fell Jump that rail and swim across the bay I'd slowly dance, and hold your hand Then look away and hope you'll call tomorrow The tattered clothes, the sticks and stones The broken bones no way to heal the pain And the time we spent hand and foot in sand on your father's hill, now it all stands still, we look from far away And the room you left and the books you read Out loud to me still ring out in me, I miss you every day