Текст песни Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Stacey Grove, слова песни Marc Bolan and T. Rex

Текст песни Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Stacey Grove

Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Stacey Grove слова песни

Stacey Grove he`s a roaming prophet of mine, Hat full of wine. Stacey Grove he`s a roving catcher of skies, Forecaster of eyes, so no lies. Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus He drinks acorn juice. Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat, He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet. Antelope head his beard skylark red Is tucked `neath the good of his summer sun hood. And now that the gate of his evening is late He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog. Oh he`s a nice cat

Другие песни Marc Bolan and T. Rex:

Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Mystic Lady
23 часа назад 1,060,00 (не задано)

Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Nameless Wildness
1 час назад 1,139,00 (не задано)

Marc Bolan and T. Rex - New York City
20 часа назад 717,00 (не задано)

Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Nijinsky Hind
11 минуты назад 983,00 (не задано)

Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Observations
3 часа назад 985,00 (не задано)

Marc Bolan and T. Rex

Stacey Grove

Текст песни Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Stacey Grove

Другие песни Marc Bolan and T. Rex:

Похожие артисты: