Оригинален текст
windy road
Down to the church house
Singing hymns
he is all that is smooth and unpainted
are you smooth are you painted today?
no, shes opened her blouse
to the mail man and his letters
send him off first class
hes a paper doll
but wholl sing the lullabies
wholl bake the dreams
in her apple pie?
Bicycle
shes our friend
you take her home now
tuck her in close her eyes
turn on the sugarplums
Ill sing the lullaby
Ill bake the prayers
in her book of light
dont ask for me
Ill send her my love through a rosary
still stringing beads
and counting prayers and wishes
until she sees me