Bing Crosby - Evelina - Текст песни

Evelina, won't ya ever take a shine to that moon?
Evelina, ain't ya bothered by the bobolink's tune?
Tell me, tell me how long
Ya gonna keep delayin'the day.
Don't ya reckon it's wrong
Trifflin' with April this way?
Evelina, won't ya pay a little mind to me soon?
Wake up! wake up!
The earth is fair, the fruit is fine