Lyric Dear Hearts and Gentle People

I love those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Will never, ever, let you down!

They read the Good-Book . . . from Fri till Monday,
That s how the weekend goes!
I ve got a dream-house . . . I ll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . an ramblin rose!

I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,
That my happy heart keeps laughin like a clown
I love those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who live an love in my home town!


I love those people!


I love those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Will never, ever let you down!

They read the Good-Book . . . from Fri till Monday,
That s how the weekend goes!
I ve got a dream-house . . . I ll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin rose!


I love the dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who shout a friendly Hi . . .
When they go passin by . . .
Who live an love in my home town!

Ah! These are my kinda people!