Текст и слова песни Madonna – Miss You
I miss you most of all
When those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They climb up over the wall
Why does a good thing have to end?
Can’t see it happen where and when?
Suck up the change, don’t be so cruel
I’ve got no one to blame, I’m just I fool
Hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
I miss you most of all
When they burn those bonfires tall
Smoking ashes fill the air
And the harvesters are everywhere
No time to waste, let’s drink the wine
Don’t let the fruit rot on the vine
When the sun is a big and fiery ghost, you know
That is the time I miss you most
They say, hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
Cold wind is hauling
And there’re damping creeps in our bones
Seasons change, why didn’t we?
Come on, bring that summer back to me
Hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
Tell me why does he always have to come?
When those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They climb up over the wall
Why does a good thing have to end?
Can’t see it happen where and when?
Suck up the change, don’t be so cruel
I’ve got no one to blame, I’m just I fool
Hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
I miss you most of all
When they burn those bonfires tall
Smoking ashes fill the air
And the harvesters are everywhere
No time to waste, let’s drink the wine
Don’t let the fruit rot on the vine
When the sun is a big and fiery ghost, you know
That is the time I miss you most
They say, hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
Cold wind is hauling
And there’re damping creeps in our bones
Seasons change, why didn’t we?
Come on, bring that summer back to me
Hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
Tell me why does he always have to come?
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