Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Intro: A
A
She's walking through her hometown
Where she used to live
A long, long time ago
She's walking day by day
And seems to know exactly
Where she wants to go
D
She looks across the country
A
As if it's under her command
D
There's nothing to remember
A
There's nothing to pretend
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
Her words come in a language
That keeps changing
As the days are going by
But it doesn't really matter
'Cause she's talking
With a twinkle in her eye
D
She doesn't seem to worry
A
That no one else can understand
D
And when you see her laughing
A
You get to know her as a friend
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
She's losing all her memories
Of faces that she used
To know so well
But still remembers
All the melodies
Of good old songs
Whose names she cannot tell
D
She's singing with her eyes closed
A
And you can almost hear the band
D
If you could see her smiling
A
I think you'd know what she meant
When she said
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
D E A
The wide, wide land
Dm E A
The wide, wide land
A
She's walking through her hometown
Where she used to live
A long, long time ago
She's walking day by day
And seems to know exactly
Where she wants to go
D
She looks across the country
A
As if it's under her command
D
There's nothing to remember
A
There's nothing to pretend
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
Her words come in a language
That keeps changing
As the days are going by
But it doesn't really matter
'Cause she's talking
With a twinkle in her eye
D
She doesn't seem to worry
A
That no one else can understand
D
And when you see her laughing
A
You get to know her as a friend
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
She's losing all her memories
Of faces that she used
To know so well
But still remembers
All the melodies
Of good old songs
Whose names she cannot tell
D
She's singing with her eyes closed
A
And you can almost hear the band
D
If you could see her smiling
A
I think you'd know what she meant
When she said
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
E D A
Uuuhh, The wide, wide land
D E A
The wide, wide land
Dm E A
The wide, wide land
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