Catch a falling звезда an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling звезда an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!
For Любовь may come an' tap Ты on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case Ты feel Ты wanna’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!
Catch a falling звезда ....
For Любовь may come and tap Ты on the shoulder ....
Catch a falling звезда ....
For when your troubles startn’ multiplyin’,
An' they just might!
It’s easy to forget them without tryin’,
With just a pocketful of starlight!
Catch a falling звезда ....
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling звезда an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!
For Любовь may come an' tap Ты on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case Ты feel Ты wanna’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!
Catch a falling звезда ....
For Любовь may come and tap Ты on the shoulder ....
Catch a falling звезда ....
For when your troubles startn’ multiplyin’,
An' they just might!
It’s easy to forget them without tryin’,
With just a pocketful of starlight!
Catch a falling звезда ....
There were two sisters side by side
Sing aye dum, sing aye день
There were two sisters side by side
The boys are born for me
There were two sisters side by side
The eldest for young johnny cried
I'll be true for my Любовь
If he'll be true to me
Johnny bought the youngest a gay Золото ring...
He never bought the eldest a single thing...
Johnny bought the youngest a бобр, бобёр, бивер hat...
The eldest never thought much of that...
As they were walking by the foamy brim...
The eldest pushed the youngest in...
Sister, oh sister give me thy hand...
And Ты can have johnny and all his land...
Sister I won't give Ты my hand...
And I'll have johnny and all his land...
So there she sank and away she swam...
Until she came to the miller's dam...
Miller took away her gay Золото ring...
And then he pushed her in again...
Miller he was hanged on the mountain head...
The eldest sister was boiled in lead...
Sing aye dum, sing aye день
There were two sisters side by side
The boys are born for me
There were two sisters side by side
The eldest for young johnny cried
I'll be true for my Любовь
If he'll be true to me
Johnny bought the youngest a gay Золото ring...
He never bought the eldest a single thing...
Johnny bought the youngest a бобр, бобёр, бивер hat...
The eldest never thought much of that...
As they were walking by the foamy brim...
The eldest pushed the youngest in...
Sister, oh sister give me thy hand...
And Ты can have johnny and all his land...
Sister I won't give Ты my hand...
And I'll have johnny and all his land...
So there she sank and away she swam...
Until she came to the miller's dam...
Miller took away her gay Золото ring...
And then he pushed her in again...
Miller he was hanged on the mountain head...
The eldest sister was boiled in lead...
[Intro:]
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This Далее one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley...
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This Далее one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley...
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...