Songtexte Old King Cole - Kidzone

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
And he called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
Every little fiddler had a fiddle so fine
And a very fine fiddle had he
Oh, there's none so rare that can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
And he called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his trumpeters three
Every trumpeter had a trumpet so fine
And a very fine trumpet had he
Oh, there's none so rare that can compare
With King Cole and his trumpeters three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
And he called for his drummers three
Every little drummer had a drum so fine
And a very fine drum had he
Oh, there's none so rare that can compare
With King Cole and his drummers three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
And he called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
Every little fiddler had a fiddle so fine
And a very fine fiddle had he
Oh, there's none so rare that can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three