paroles de chanson Harry Went To Heaven - Victoria Williams
Down
across
from
the
Cresswell
Hotel
Harry
sits
there
polishing
his
bells
and
dinky
toys
Oh,
Harry
and
the
boys
On
slow
Sunday
afternoons
One
could
hear
a
tune
rise
from
the
alley
way
As
the
church
goers
spilled
out
on
the
steps
And
say,
"Must
be
Harry
and
the
boys
Still
going
strong
from
Saturday"
Now,
it
seemed
like
Harry
went
to
Heaven
Oh,
the
people
got
smiles
on
their
face
Where
they
can't
be
replayed
any
other
way
Birds
sing,
cows
'low
'Cause
wind
stirs
it
up,
you
know
Some
folks
do
well
pushing
numbers
Some
folks
do
well
playing
a
tune
Echoes
of
yesterday,
rising
to
the
clouds
they
say
Falling
on
innocent
ears
recalling
wilder
years
[Incomprehensible]
still
cooking
But
nobody
comes
in
to
start
a
soup
And
[Incomprehensible]
speeches
too
Some
folks
try
and
sing
out
Harry's
tune
Oh
but
it's
still
his
tune,
how
do
you
get
there?
Well,
it
seems
like
Harry
went
to
Heaven
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