Clay Walker - Winter Wonderland Lyrics
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Winter Wonderland
Winter Wonderland Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Winter Wonderland By Clay Walker?
Over the ground lies a mantel of white
A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night Two hearts are thrillin' Inspite of the chillin' weather Sleigh bells ring, are ya listenin' ? In the lane, snow is glistenin' A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walkin' in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song as we go along Walkin' in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman And pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No man But you can do the job when you're in town" Later on we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid the plans that we made Walkin' in a winter wonderland Walkin' in a winter wonderland Walkin' in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman And pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say, "Are ya married?" We'll say, "No man, no man But you can do the job while you're in town" Later on we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid the plans that we made Walkin' in a winter wonderland Walkin' in a winter wonderland Walkin' in a winter wonderland (Walkin', walkin') |
Who Wrote Winter Wonderland By Clay Walker?
Felix Bernard, Richard B. Smith
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What's The Duration Of The Winter Wonderland By Clay Walker?The duration of Winter Wonderland is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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