good Still could be better There's always something to improve, oh, yes we should Ya, ya, ya, an olive tree Ya, ya, ya, an olive tree Olive tree
contentment there In that bright land where grows the olive tree So let me fly please lead me and I'll follow you... In that bright land where grows the olive tree
in new orleans she could be sweet but my friend she could be mean really with her there was very litle in between she kissed gentlemens lips beneath the sweet olive trees
Translation: Eddy Arnold. Olive Tree.
Translation: Basia. An Olive Tree.
tree, oh Christmas tree Such pleasure do you bring me Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree Thy candles shine so brightly Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Como los olivos, sudan aceite Mi cuerpo resbala sobre tu piel Duerme hombre, tranquilo en el jardin, del Eden Que la humedad desprende el sabor a miel
: Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead, Hee-haw, buried and dead, There grew an old apple-tree over his head, Hee-haw, over his head. The apples were
him, he said. But when Pooly Oliver had nursed him back to life He cried, "You have cherished him as if you were his wife. O then Polly Oliver, whe burst
save him, he said. But when Pooly Oliver had nursed him back to life He cried, "You have cherished him as if you were his wife. O then Polly Oliver,
Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead, Hee-haw, buried and dead, There grew an old apple-tree over his head, Hee-haw, over his head. The apples were ripe
