Songtext von Dear Hearts And Gentle People

I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Who live in my home town, Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Will never, ever, let you down! They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday, That's how the weekend goes! I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day, With a picket-fence . . . an' ramblin' rose! I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return, That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Who live an' love in my home town! I love those people! I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Who live in my home town, Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Will never, ever let you down! They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday, That's how the weekend goes! I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day, With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin' rose! I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . . . When they go passin' by . . . Who live an' love in my home town! Ah! These are my kinda people!