Traditie!

Hier is de enige, echte traditie op mijn blog. Ik probeer het hier een beetje afwisselend te houden. Maar op de een of andere manier moeten Smith and Burrows ieder jaar aantreden. Nu ook.  Ik zal de tekst er bij doen. Kan je meezingen:

And so I skate, across the Thames
Hand in hand, with all my friends

And all the things, that we planned
My son's eyes in the outline of his hand
And even though I hate the cold
Constant reminder that I'm getting old
Another year draws to its close,
Entire London slows
When I dream tonight, I'll dream of you
When the Thames . . . froze

God damn, this government
Will they ever tell me, where the money went
Protesters march out on the street
As young nerds sleep amongst the feet

Another year draws to its close,
Entire London slows
When I dream tonight, I'll dream of you
When the Thames froze

So tell everyone
That there's hope in your heart
Tell everyone or it will tear you apart
The end of Christmas day,
When there's nothing left to say
The years go by so fast,
Let's hope the next beats the last

So tell everyone that there's hope in your heart
And tell everyone or it will tear you apart
The end of Christmas day,
When there is nothing left to say
The years go by so fast,
Let's hope the next beats the last
Aaaaaahaaaahaaahaaa

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Songwriters: Andy Burrows, Tom Smith.