CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Endless Plain of Fortune

Old Taylor said
Old Taylor meant to cry, oh my
Field marshal meant
Field marshal went away again

Look out below, the tides
Lean heavily like wine
We are all innocent in spite of you
And me

Then Martha went
Yes, Martha went away again
Down in Transvaal
Where crocodiles and men fight on

They would have played all night
Even with loaded dice
It's gold that eats the heart and leaves the bones
To dry

Segovia watched
Gendarmerie and all, that's all
The radio man
Amanda, did you choose your tune?

She walked away in time
She walked a crooked line
So gracefully she turned her head and smiled
Away