month means a little somethin'. But January is the month that cares Must have kissed you 'till I hurt you. Must have been a wild night. Must have rolled in the ashes at the break of day. Rag dolls in
My January days, they feel so dark and old. My January days, all about to come true. . Hey mother, I will sing. Hey mother, I will sing. . Stay, when nothing's meant for you. These ordinary
She keeps it simple and I am thankful for her kind of loving. Cause it's simple. No longer do we wonder. If we're together, we're way past that. And I've already asked her. So in January, we're
Song The Marching Saints (Remastered - January 1989) - Harry Belafonte. Oh, when the saints, go marching in,. Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number. When
It's June in January. Because I'm in love. It always is spring in my heart. With you in my arms. . The snow is just white blossoms. That fall from above. And here is the reason my dear. Your
Song Day-O (Remastered - January 1989) - Harry Belafonte. Day-o, day-ay-ay-o. Daylight come and he wan' go home. Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o. Daylight
Song Jamaica Farewell (Remastered - January 1989) - Harry Belafonte. And the sun shines daily on the mountain top. I took a trip on a sailing ship. And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
It's June in January. Because I'm in love. It always is spring in my heart. With you in my arms. . The snow is just white blossoms. That fall from above. And here is the reason my dear. Your
Song Darlin' Cora (Remastered - January 1989) - Harry Belafonte. Wake up, wake up Darlin' Cora. Wanna see you one more time. The sheriff and his hound dogs a coming. I gotta move on down the line. I
month means a little somethin'. But January is the month that cares Must have kissed you 'till I hurt you. Must have been a wild night. Must have rolled in the ashes at the break of day. Rag dolls in
month means a little somethin'. But January is the month that cares Must have kissed you 'till I hurt you. Must have been a wild night. Must have rolled in the ashes at the break of day. Rag dolls in
A clouded moon. Creeps across the clouded sky. Winds of January sigh and moan And yet it's June. I can see a sky of blue. Dear the miracle is due to you, just you It's June in January. Because
. And you and I are miles and miles apart. You got me on the road. To one more broken heart. . Chorus. January February. I don't understand. Why it is you say you're leaving. Then you turn around
