Song Length |
5:00 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
Lyrics
Ain't no use to open your file
Cause everything is just forgotten
Ain't no use to look at old tiles
Cause you gone and new pattern
You can't see past the end of your nose
You're just waiting for the curtain to fall
You can't see the thorn for the rose
And that's the way your children will grow
That's the way they will grow
See the wanders of a wonderful world
And you will cover it in fashion
See the dirt in the grinding street
And you will call it your passion
You can't see past the end of your nose
You're just waiting for the curtain to fall
You can't see the thorn for the rose
And that's the way your children will grow
That's the way they will grow
If the trumpets wail at the top of your hill
You feel that's the way to go
These guiding signs are for no-one but the ill
So you'll just slip across the snow
You can't see past the end of your nose
You're just waiting for the curtain to fall
You can't see the thorn for the rose
And that's the way your children will grow
That's the way they will grow