White Magic for Lovers
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries)
On a cold November mornin'
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at Ames
Came a mighty strange contraption
Known to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in Colorado
She was known by another name
Up the canyons south of Sawpit
Past the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far below
On the high and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Juan Mountains
Came a goose a-plowin' snow
[Chorus]
With a Pierce
On a cold November mornin'
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at Ames
Came a mighty strange contraption
Known to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in Colorado
She was known by another name
Up the canyons south of Sawpit
Past the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far below
On the high and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Juan Mountains
Came a goose a-plowin' snow
[Chorus]
With a Pierce
Endlich Bist Du Da
In meim Zimmer is z'vui Rauch
und dei Wärme hätt i braucht
und i fühl mi einsam ohne di!
I schau lang no naus in d'Nacht,
der Tag hat nur Unglück bracht
und i fühl mi einsam ohne di!
War's dei Misstraun, was uns trennt,
hast du mi net besser kennt?
Glaubst du andre, mehr ois d'mir glaubst,
is' vorbei?
Aus'm Radio kommt Musik,
irgendjemand singt vom Glück
und i fühl mi einsam ohne di!
Solo
Und i wünsch mir, du kämst rei
und mei Wartn wär vorbei,
denn i fühl mi einsam ohne di!
Denn i fühl mi einsam ohne di!