hardop alle passen tel Refrein Laten we dansen, m'n liefste, dansen aan zee Laten we dansen, m'n liefste, dansen aan zee Een afscheidswals aan de waterlijn dansen aan zee
schaduw aan mijn peinzend oog voorbij 'k Denk nog dikwijls aan die jaren vol geluk en zoete vree Hoe verheugd ik steeds ontwaakte in ons hutje aan de zee
Vertaling: B-Legit. Dansen Aan Zee.
Vertaling: DHC. Dhc Aan Zee.
Eternal Father strong to save Whose arm has bound the restless wave Who bids the mighty ocean deep It's own appointed limits keep O hear us when we cry
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll walk
If you walk away I walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way I'll walk this
Robin: When the mountain touches the valley All the clouds are taught to fly As our souls will leave this land most peacefully Though our minds be
Home by the sea Home by the sea Home by the sea Home by the sea Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall Stealing through the dark of night Climbing
Shining bright but yet so dark Full of love but yet so spiteful Devoted to the mightiest of all powers I whisper thy name in my dream Rise above the
It's one hundred and nine degrees In this crowded room, no room to breathe With walls as cold as a gallery This is no place for me Such hard faces set
I looked down at my shoes, because I felt the drip of blood fall from my hammer to the leather through my socks. The knots kept tightening their grip.
I met an old lady Whose past was rather shady Playin' down in New Orleans No one of fame Just some French Quarter dame Her style was just a bit obscene
Goodbye my friend and mentor We'll never see a man quite like you again In an age of revolution, restitution we sought You were the spark, we were the
(Words & music by Batchelor - Roberts) Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks
i got a boat and named her dicky moe she's a beauty a real treasure trove. i've read the manual now i'm ready for the sea chart a course - erotic ports
When the mountain touches the valley All the clouds are taught to fly As our souls will leave this land most peacefully Though our minds be filled with
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip I said, "You've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip" But she's not eating