That my people stayed
Too long in cold northern climes
Has led to ice, a dry ice
Deep inside me
Genes now rising
Like cliffs from
The frozen fjords
In my veins and my
Father‘s name was Clifford.
That my people stayed
Too long in cold northern climes
Has led to ice, a dry ice
Deep inside me
Genes now rising
Like cliffs from
The frozen fjords
In my veins and my
Father‘s name was Clifford.