Pablo Natario

Those wedding bells are ringing up upon that hill And I don t wanna swallow such a bitter pill You […]

I went digging for gold I went down to the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospektor had been

Smoke is risin from the houses People bury in their dead I asked somebody what the time is But time

There s a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing As

And in the end We lie awake And we dream Of making our escape And in the end We lie

When it started we had high hopes Now my back s on the line My back s on the ropes

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, And I say it s all right Little darling, it s been

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy And

Bono: Mother, mother There s too many of you crying Chris: Brother, brother, brother There s far too many of

Maybe I don t really want to know How your garden grows I just want to fly Lately did you

She can´t hide no matter how hard she tries her secret disguises behind the lies and at night she cries

Well I sold the farm to take my woman Where she used to be We left our kin and all