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Сара Гровс Station Wagon

Honey help me pack up the station wagon I'm eager to leave even though my feet are draggin' if we can get on the road by sunset we'll forget about what

Baby I'm afraid you're a lot like me you can't help feeling everything I can see you trying to hold it in I see your eyes and your trembling chin And

All day, all night, Angels watching over me, my Lord. All day, all night, Angels are watching over me. Sun is setting in the West; Angels watching over

When you reach the proper age I will teach you to read and you can turn the pages How to dress and tie your shoes Your one plus ones, and your two times

I do not know how I am to pray for this child as a mother I don't want my baby denied but in the waiting in the waiting I learned every instinct in

Honey help me pack up the station wagon I'm eager to leave even though my feet are draggin' if we can get on the road by sunset we'll forget about what

Looks like an angle when he's sleepin'. There's a little piece of heaven where he lies. Looks like an angel when he's sleepin'. But he looks like Charles