Letras:
Marianne

Marianne (baby) C'mon Marianne (baby) C'mon Marianne (baby) Say you can understand My Marianne (baby) C'mon Marianne (baby) C'mon Marianne (baby) Marianne, Marianne, Marianne, Marianne

little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne

my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne

little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne

Marianne, marianne With your voice like silver strings ringing And sounds of laughter and singing Keep repeating, marianne, marianne Marianne, marianne

FLANDYKE SHORE (Trad; arr;Gil Goldstein-Traditional, arranged by Peter Webster) I went unto my own love's chamber window, Where I had often been before

In Germany before the war There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty four In Dusseldorf And every night at five o nine He'd cross the

The warden who led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom I stood up to say, goodbye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he

Born in 1938, a good year for the Reich She could not participate, she didn't have the right For she was fatherless in the fatherland Now it's 1966,