Bill Fay - Laughing Man | Текст песни

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• Bill Fay
• Laughing Man

What mirth maketh you sailor?
Quietly laughing to yourself
You with your no wind in the rigging
Laughing into the sails

Spying out the humour
Playing with breezes you do not understand

Time will discreetly arrange
That no more shall be seen of you

Oh surely not would strike
Down a laughing man