Franck Pourcel - năm: 1963

  • I will follow him

    Tud-du-dud, tud-du-dud, tud-du-dud. Tu-de de de du, dud tu-de-tu de dud. I Love him, I love him, I love him. And where he goes I'll follow I'll follow, I'll follow. I will follow him follow him wherever he may go. There isn't ocean too deep. A mountain so high it can't keep, keep me away. I must follow him (follow him). Ever since he touched my hand I knew. That near him I always must be. And nothing can keep...