Nhạc sĩ: Robinson, Earl
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Where are you gonna be when the sun
goes down?
My Fisherman.
Where are you gonna be when the sun
goes down?
My Laddio.
Where are you gonna be when the sun goes down?
When the summer's done and you're back in town?
Will you think of me when you're back in town?
My Fisherman.
My Laddio.
My love.
Where are you gonna be when the wind blows raw?
My Fisherman.
Where are you gonna be when the wind
blows raw?
My Laddio.
Where are you gonna be when the wind blows raw?
When the stove is cold and the pipes don't thaw?
The ash when the flue won't draw?
My Fisherman.
My Laddio.
My love.
Autumn wind is roving and restless.
The old grey goose is on the wing.
The summer lover
is a
winter rover.
What will the new year bring?
My Fisherman.
Where are you gonna be when the wild winds blow?
My Laddio.
Where are you gonna be when the wild winds blow?
When the snow's on the ground and it's dead below?
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