Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Hair Of Gold, Eyes Of Blue

I came down from butte, montana,

For a little change of scene,

And I stopped to stay in santa fe,

Where I met a pretty queen.

Hair of gold, eyes of blue,

Lips like cherry wine

She's the prettiest gal I ever know and I'm gonna make her mine.

Now I planned to leave on monday,

But she held me kinda tight,

So I stood my ground and hung around,

And then I left on friday night.

Oh, hair of gold, eyes of blue,

Lips like cherry wine,

The prettiest gal I ever knew and I'm gonna make her mine.