Baby Bertha - The Struggle

Copied!edit Lyrics
original text at lyrnow.com/2013955
All through the summer
The trees of green and the birds sang
And children playing could be seen

But the winter, it creeps
The sun, it weeps
Oh it's a struggle

All through the summer
Our love was strong and the birds sang, oh yes
They sang as though there was nothing wrong

The winter, it creeps
The sun, it weeps, oh yeah
Oh it's a struggle
 
0

Song Description:

edit soundcloud

SoundCloud:

edit soundcloud

More Baby Bertha lyrics

Baby Bertha - Song For The Nights
Time stands still And the pain shop is closed Clean windowsills And the street has been hosed Dead locked in caskets And the moon dreams on Flowers asleep now

Baby Bertha - Blues For You
Sit and listen to the rain fall Gently beating to the ground, yeah Sit and listen to the wind call To someone unfound My tears are drying But my heart's still

Baby Bertha - Now You're Out Of My Life
You, you said you loved me, it was all lies I, I said I loved you but I despise A girl who tells me one thing When she means something else Oh why, why did you bother? Bother

Baby Bertha - Blueberry Hill
I found my thrill On Blueberry Hill On Blueberry Hill When I found you The moon stood still On Blueberry Hill And lingered until My dream came true

Baby Bertha - Can You? Will You?
Said can you? Can you turn me round? Will you? Will you bring me down? Down on my knees Where I'm gonna freeze Where my heart stood still With a need to fill But you

Baby Bertha - Looking For Somebody
Oh I've got a feeling Blues gonna be my only way Yeah I've got a feeling Blues gonna be my only way Oh when you're looking for somebody I'm looking for

Baby Bertha - Goodbye Good Day
Well all right So you're leaving me today And you're going far away And you don't want me to stay So it's goodbye, good day Goodbye, good day

Baby Bertha - Lost My Woman
Well it's long gone midnight And my tears, they fall Yes it's long gone midnight And my tears, they fall Cos tonight my woman left me She didn't even hear my

Baby Bertha - The Struggle
All through the summer The trees of green and the birds sang And children playing could be seen But the winter, it creeps The sun, it weeps Oh it's a struggle