 There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingale is singing And the white moon beams. "There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams all come true, Till the day when I'll be going down That long, long trail...  Cornell Extension Bulletin - Strana 71919Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1921 - 1376 str.
...the time being, and in their midst with his head thrown back sat Sahib singing with the best of them: "There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams." There are many memories bound up in Christmas Day 1918, but none that will remain longer with a few... | |
 | Nicholas Dickson, William Sanderson - 1919 - 208 str.
...day. While I stood there and watched some of the faces, I bethought myself of that wistful song, " There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams." It seemed that the skein of tragedy and human tumult and disorder was at last being unravelled, and... | |
 | 1917 - 74 str.
...Through my memory, Till it seems .the world is full of dreams Just to call you back to me. There's n long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing Ami the white moon beams : There's a long, long night of waiting I'ntil my dieams all come true, Till... | |
 | Colin Metcalfe Enriquez - 1918 - 384 str.
...sunshine, passing my summers alternately in Japan, Kashmir, and England. But alas ! * Map, Square BV " There's a long long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams." The name Taunggyi means Big Hill. Some of the roads are lined with cherry trees, which blossom amazingly... | |
 | Edwin Du Bois Shurter - 1918 - 136 str.
...roll a-long, O'er the dark blue sea. Copytight, 1908, by Bluds. There's a long, long trail a-winding There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Into no man's land in France. Where the nightingales are singing Where the shrapnel shells are bursting,.... | |
 | Winston Churchill - 1918 - 214 str.
...over there." And in the evening, on the darkened decks, we listened and thrilled to the refrain : " There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams." We were Argonauts — even the Red Cross ladies on their way to establish rest camps behind the lines... | |
 | Aeolian Company - 1919 - 554 str.
...very lonely, Days are very long — I'm a-growing weary only Listening for your song." And the chorus: "There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land...nightingales are singing And a white moon beams." E LTZ, VICTOR 635 Four Lieder VOCAL These four songs — which lend themselves happily to the present... | |
 | Elizabeth Walker Black - 1919 - 280 str.
..."cheereo" young men ever returned from this march. The song they sang most often I shall always remember: "There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land...of my dreams Where the nightingales are singing and the white moon beams. There's a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come true Till the... | |
 | Robert Lovejoy Raymond - 1919 - 256 str.
...knees, her chin resting in her hands, and her eyes on Stockdale's face, sang, sweet and low: " There 'sa long, long trail a-winding, Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingale is singing, And a white moon beams. There 'sa long, long night of waiting, Till my dreams... | |
 | Harry Lee - 1920 - 204 str.
...I opened the window. The young voices floated back, Even after the pines hid them from view: "It's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing, And the white moon beams. There's a long, long time of waiting Until my dreams — " THE PIPE AND THE FIRE... | |
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