Up near the border where the cruel white water Drowns vagabond who sleeps too low Me and my companion, famous Jack O'Lanterns Tracked the misty mountain
Thirteenth day of August '54, I was five years old Depending where you're counting from Mama, tell me what was going abroad No tales of things to come
Превод: Роберт Плант. Бела чист и уредан.
Превод: Роберт Плант. Црвено бела и плава.
13th day of August '54 I was five years old Depending where you're counting from Ma didn't tell me what was going abroad No tales of things to come Daddy
