Cream

Cream

Rock, Blues

Sweet Wine

Cream

Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny; wasting the best of our life.

Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.

Second Verse

First Verse


Fresh Cream
Album: Fresh Cream
Gravadora: Polydor Records
Ano: 1998
Faixa: 5
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