The Blue Room کے بول

We'll have a blue room, A new room, for two room. Where every day's a holiday, Because you're married to me . . . Not like a ball room, A small room, a hall room, Where I can smoke my pipe away, With your wee head upon my knee . . . We will thrive on, keep alive on, Just nothing but kisses, With mister and missus, Own little blue chairs . . . You sew your trousseau, and Robinson Crusoe, Is not so far from worldly cares, As our blue room, far away upstairs . . . ( They will thrive on, keep alive on, Just nothing but kisses . . . With mister and missus, Own little blue chair . . . She'll wear her trousseau, and Robinson Crusoe . . . ) Is not so far from worldly cares, As our blue room, Far away upstairs . . .