Highway 59 Minnesota
“There's an old, old path,And the sun shines throughLife's dark storm cloudsFrom its home of blue, ‘[1] “Daddy, daddy daddy” I stop singinging in my mind. “ what, Johanna?”…
“There's an old, old path,And the sun shines throughLife's dark storm cloudsFrom its home of blue, ‘[1] “Daddy, daddy daddy” I stop singinging in my mind. “ what, Johanna?”…