Review Of John Denver Take Me Home Country Roads Lyrics Übersetzung References. Younger than the mountains, flowing like the breeze. Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, growin'.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, growin'. To the place i belong. Take me home, country roads i hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me radio reminds me of my home far away and drivin' down the road i get a feelin' that i should have been home.
Take Me Home, Country Roads Lyrics Übersetzung.
Dem himmel nahe, west virginia. 🎵 follow the official 7clouds playlist on spotify : Younger than the mountains, flowing like the breeze.
Life Is Old There, Older Than The Trees.
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river. Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river. All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life Is Old There, Older Than The Trees Younger Than The Mountains, Blowing Like A Breeze Country Roads, Take Me Home To.
Lasst ein like und ein abo da für mehr 😊💗 All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water. John denver (henry john deutschendorf jr.) liedtext:
Take Me Home, Country Roads I Hear Her Voice In The Mornin' Hour, She Calls Me The Radio Reminds Me Of My Home Far Away Drivin' Down The Road, I Get A Feelin′ That I Should′Ve Been Home.
Das leben ist alt dort, älter als die bäume. Take me home, country roads i hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me radio reminds me of my home far away and drivin' down the road i get a feelin' that i should have been home. Take me home, country roads all my memories gather ’round her miner’s lady, stranger to blue water dark and dusty, painted on the sky misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in.
To The Place I Belong.
Almost heaven, west virginia / blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river /. Country roads, take me home to the place i belong. Almost heaven, west virginia blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river life is old there, older than the trees younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze country roads, take me home to.
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