Sewee Sewee کے بول

sewee, sewee, sewee we traveled far on the this road rock from the great plains through the tall blue grasses of the lone range cool green caroline you made my bread and wine i held your hand in mine from a rocky stand i watch your bare feet climbing over salty land when the light grew dim i said now it's time for you to come in cool green caroline you made my bread and wine i held your hand in mine sewee, sewee, sewee